Lost souls whom repent,
Over the meaning behind the scent,
Alure over the final cure,
Behind the meaning he finds solice for sure,
Confused- left behind and puzzled about life,
Like people who destroy themself wit a knife,
And lose there chance at the drop of a dime,
Not knowing that there heros were once alive,
I can see it now cause i found the truth in lies,
The brain is responsible for people who die,
Who cant seem to find peayce in there mind,
A 12 guage to the brain,
Go ahead and turn the page a gain,
Another life lost another stat in the book,
Another verse from me to leave people shook,
You gotta believe indeed and grab what hasnt been took,
Like angelic minds from a far past death,
Who learn to look before there last breath,
Those whom commit suicide they cant rewind it,
Peayce did not fallow them nore did they find it,
Didnt find the meaning or the purpose behind it.
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I Thank You All For Reading
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