Whats left of me
Is being killed by you
Yes...whats left of you
That still remains
Hide your shame
Inside my flesh.
As you have done
All along
Come crying to me
With pseudo-apologies
And my Colt .45
Will answer
Tired of you
And trying too.
Getting along
With this pain
Wasnt I
Simply the best?
But no the rest
Were too tempting
Whats left of me
Will come calling for you
Pray, dont answer the door
This time
Because
Whats left of me
Will come kill
What ever is left
Of you















Comments
bang bang
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I was a guitar hero once, damnit! >.<;
I dunno you so...can't judge you...but you seem alright
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"Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is."
-Francis Bacon
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Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
My youtube [link]
it's all in how you interpret stuff... sometimes you see things that were not meant to be the way you see them... you interpret according to your own thoughts, and that brings the hate... the reason for the hate is not the things themselves, but something deeper...
feeling hatred and accumulating it is not the answer, no matter who's wrong and who's right
but you can make your own decisions, you're legally an adult... aren't you
so I won't say more now
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create something good and you have sunshine... feel sunshine and you find love... if you have love you have infinity
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iTiffy
wheeeeeeeeee! *bang*
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"Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is."
-Francis Bacon
--
"Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is."
-Francis Bacon
--
"Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is."
-Francis Bacon
--
Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
My youtube [link]
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