Come on...Give me a squeeze!
You know you want to...

My Precious Falls
Intro...

Writer writes about a wall of death,
On this wall are people names that have died...

I do like my country that changes a name of a...
I do like my council to ignore the problems of...

It has been long time dead between us,
Vultures are hovering over my head...

Each morning I get up at 6am to have coffee,
I stand in my birthday suit for the world to see...

Here lies a broken man from system of Britain.
Here lays a leader to lead people in the future...

Each and everyday, I think about suicide,
Britain is a place for the dead thinkers...

I can see you hurting inside,
A world passing you by...

Outside my window is a dull and cloudy sky,
The weather reflects my feelings of misery...

Take a penny and drop it in to the font,
The font that allows you to make wishes...

Don't know what to do anymore within my world,
My head hurts from all the thinking...