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Death put a bullet in my head,
somebody messed with my car,
wishing i was dead,
another tear in the heart,
wishing everything was alright,
nothing will ever be the same,
can do anything right,
weak and frail all the time,
speaking my heart,
nothing will ever give,
hope is fading away,
like the sand in a sieve,
what more can i do,
to keep my pride,
and stand tall infront of you,
burnt to ashes,
and left to rot,
numerous slashes,
soon ill be forgotten.
