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by neens Feb 28, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Must find my cleaning supplies So I can make it shine It has to be ready tonight This pretty little pistol of mine I put one in the chamber One shot should do the trick My life will soon be over My heart will no longer tick I can see it clearly now The blood running through my hair I enjoy all my suicidal fantasies The thing is I don't care How can others be so selfish All I want is to die They all say they love me But that is just another lie So now I've pulled the trigger This was my very last ride Maybe their love really was sincere Because at my funeral they cried