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by jac Aug 25, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I'm holding the gun in my hand Wild thoughts running through my mind I fall down slowly, onto the sand you were never a friend, always so blind how can you just stand there right here by my side you act like you don't care you're only along for the ride to anyone and everyone else this would be a terrible sight even a stranger would help me and put a stop to this tonight but you're not helping you're only making it worse watching me with an absent stare onto me, you put this curse my life hasn't yet been lived i should have many years to go but now, everyone will grieve from my skull, the blood will flow you were never true to me you only led me here now the sound of the gun is all that i can hear.