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 Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 7:34 pm
My blood, soaks on the floor
Bloody handprints, cover the door
The knife, stained in red
To be, this was meant
My life, drains from these cuts
My life, is totally ******** life, can not be mended
My life, is coming to an end
Time-time for me to die
It's not-time for anybody to cry
Will-will I be missed
Of reasons-not to miss me-you could make a list
My funeral, so empty
Nobody, has come here to see
My body, be put into the ground
My grave, shall never be found
My name, forgotten by all
My phone, recieves no calls
My house, wiped clean from the earth
My death, makes nobody hurt
My name, is just a name
My possessions, have been claimed
My memory, is no more
What did, I ever live for
Time-time for me to die
It's not-time for anybody to cry
Will-will I be missed
Of reasons-not to miss me-you could make a list
There's no, turning back
This, is a fact
That can not, be ignored
Even, if the pain makes you sore
You can not
You can not turn back
Because there's no
There's no turning back
Time-time for me to die
It's not-time for anybody to cry
Will-will I be missed
Of reasons-not to miss me-you could make a list
Time-time for me to die
It's not-time for anybody to cry
Will-will I be missed
Of reasons-not to miss me-you could make a list
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 10:51 pm
Aw drew, that's really meaningful.
I think it's a good song.
No harsh comment but it's nice 3nodding
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 7:50 pm
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