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04-29-05, 01:57 AM | #1 | ||
Detrimental Thoughts
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Ill Emotion In This Shit PLEASE READ
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I woke up early in the mornin, the crack of dawn
Wonderin where the fuck i am and what kinda shit i'm on What went on, what kinda shit went down last night I dunno what happened but i know shit went too fast right I lost my mind there's a dead body right in front of me Blood on my hands and shirt, the shit is really stumpin me I'm grippin my hair my pace of breathing is speedin up Someone knockin at the door like what i see is not enough Now i'm reachin up to the sky askin why Ballin my eyes thinkin all i can do is fuckin cry I can't define waht i feel inside my visions blurried I'm stressin and worried another friend in the cemetery Mixed emotions stirring up all around A relentless monster in me is all i've apparently found My closest friend lie on the ground i hold a gun A bullet shell where i woke up, what have i done? The next thought that comes to mind is to get rid of it Drive up late to a lake throw the body over the bridge It's fucked up isn't it? What am i supposed to do? I'm gettin closer to the Angel of Death my concience pulled in 2 I'm goin schizophrenic it's hard to manage with the guilt I can't remember one thing from that night my life is standing still It's all going downhill that was the shock before it goes The guilt is building up and in my head storing in rows Anger pooring with no thought of controlling it His family asking where he is and who he's rolling with I tell them he went away out of state to stay That he won't be back his old life ages by a couple of days Now smokin and drinkin with hope of releasing the guilt Trying to start over with a brand new life to fulfill But it's not workin not a fucking scrap to work with I'm goin bezerk can't i just tell what i have that's hurtin? Thoughts of suicide pain in misery thru my eyes The truth's that i'm a killer only thoughts of you and i The truth is what hurts, it all happened too fast to grab it I pulled the trigger passed out woke up wonderin what happened These thoughts casted on me reminincing, all the memories My life flashes in front of my eyes while i'm drinkin hennesey The Lord is sendin me to hell now i already know it A 9 millimeter in my hand with thoughts of blowin it How do i cope now? All of my hope's down All i gotta do is pull the trigger bullets get blown out No doubt of an eternity of torturing Bein burnt to death a life of hell forwarding But i'm a sinner i know i'm nothin perfect Crazed off the refer is this life even worth it My life can't get any worse but the guilt will tho Put the gun against my head, pull the trigger face in my pillow With a note in my hand sayin i'm sorry Askin the Lord to please forgive me, end of the story
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