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by Brandi Owens Jul 7, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Grab the gun Put it to my temple Blow away My whole skull Grab the razor Cut my wrists to hell and back Go ahead Turn my whole world black Grab the knife Shove it through my skin Never saw What we could have been Grab my hang Grasp it tight Hold me Close as I die tonight