If I tell you to sleep with open eyes
Will you still dream of me dying...
I writing this from heaven
Living a better life...
Breathing in this smoke of death
Thinking it relieves the stress...
Before I died I prayed last night
prayed to God I'd win my fight...
While you slept in your nice coushy bed
100,000 people lay in the streets dead...
I am an artist
draw i love to do...
He sits here alone under his broken bed,
feeling the bruise on the back of his head...
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As I look down at the world,
From high up above...
Crimson tears fall from my veins
Specked with my many pains...
She looks at the knife
And debates her life...
Another sad story
Of love death and hate...