no respons not a thing
blood on the floor gun in hand
why coud a boy feel this way
feeling alone coold and dead
he toke a gun to hid head
didunt feel a thing just a bang
then wight then darkness
the war song of the centrey
we fort the war on drugs
but we for got the people who neeid the help
didunt her the yeps and crying
didunt see the bullits flying
just dead bodeys
the floor in blood
what a fucking nice naber hood
the thing is ill not know when
i whont know what to do
ill screem for her and she will be gon
ill cry for her and ill be gon
a bloodey mees on the tabul
the razor in my hand
a exit bag on my head
and tank on the floor
no a droop of love or care
not a fucking thing
just here we go a fucking-gen
to stop his sorry ass
from doing him self in
for him is it a laugh
i dont fucking think so
do you care the things in my head are contagus
have a hart and kill me now
i know know one cares
i know no one lisons
i know that you hate me
so do me a faver brake my neck
i whont feel a
god
dam thing
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no. no. no. and no.
why why and were have you been