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The trembling shaking fear
burns an everlasting pit in my stomach
Hs at the g's now selecting frightful victims
Im almost up my time is near
I sink like the titanic in my chair
wishing i was dead, shoulda stayed in bed
Herby Hansons up now, its almost to me
my sight diminishes its hard to see
so confused suicidal tears
A deeper cut for all the years
Mr Herb its time for you to go
my thoughts and actions start to slow
All i want to do is cut
Why am i such a @#%ing nut?
Its hard to breath my voice dose crack
the confidence is what i lack
They will criticize that is a face
just as soon as i turn my back
I have the tool, the time is right
The razor packs a vicious bite
Im sick of taking all the crap
I am dead now ... and they all clap.
- by dutchbrosdude |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/23/2010 |
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- Title: My speach
- Artist: dutchbrosdude
- Description: Rate, and any suggestions would be apricated. =)
- Date: 01/23/2010
- Tags: speachcuttingemotionalgothdepressed
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