i feel them cutting but thers nothing in my hands
i feel the blood runing down my vanes and in to the open air
can you feel it
can you smell it
im loosing controle
im not loosing fath
im fighting back genst a brick wall
and for some reson that i dont understand im loosing
im loosing agenst an objet
look at the wold fall
look at the them stand tall
help me rase a call
a fighting withdrol
im lost
not fownd
im dead
not drownd
im cold
not cool
im something that you will never understand i feel
i feel
i feel
i feel
i look at my arm
look at the blood
look at the cut that cerculs my wrist
look at me fall
look
look
look
hes gon at last his time has past and we will dance on his grave
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“we live are lives on a wire”
no you do
“shut up im talking to the class”
“”will who are you talking to””
“know one ser: we have this block in are….”
you are shit
“right iv had it fuck you and your life in my head get out out out (takes a razor from pockit and haks at forhaed) out know i meen it”
“”will!!!!”
(i look at what im doing for 2 seciond pull out a gun from know were and bang gon)
im allways left with the blood you rely are a selfish boy……
(his tone folows thruout the vode till the end of time)