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The pain...

           The lies...

The tears...

            My eyes...

The years...

            I've tried...

The days...

           The nights...

I've cried...

             In vain...

My thoughts...

              They haunt...

My brain...

           They taunt...

Am I...

       Insane?

Or am...

        I just...

What's left...

              To blame?

Love lost...

            Love died...

My cries...

           Now rain...

Pouring - want somebody adore me, I'm sore, and come hold me -

will somebody just control me, and love me - I'm shivering, come hug me - I'm cold, my mind telling me I'm so...

Confused...

           Abused...

"Just use...

strength that you don't have to lose these delusions, fueled by this misery" - I'm goin make it where you people wished you never heard of me -

Alone...

        Bald up...

In corners...

             My room...

The more memories, mysteries, misery I -

consume...

          Assume...

Me - you...

           You - me...

Now we...

         Two fools...

No names...

           One rule...

No pain...

In this game called life - all the pain, all the strife, all the agony and stress every night i have to fight -

Nas...

      One mic...

Styles...

         One life...

But with all these fuckin memories and miseries, D.B. has got -

One knife...

            One gun...

One trigger...

              One bullet...

One nigga...

            One mind...

To pull it...

             No time...

For bull-shit...

                So figure...

I put with shit all of my life, hell yeah I'm full of it -

One blood...

            One sweat...

One eye...

          One wet...

One fear...

           To forget...

One sin...

          To regret...

One demon...

            One angel...

Two ropes...

            Two strokes...

One choked...

             One strangled...

One question...

               One answer...

One weaker...

             One tougher...

One died...

           One suffered...

But i suffered shit all of my life, so why should I worry?

I buried...

           My pride...

I dried...

          My eyes...

My tears...

           My fears...

All died...

           Inside...

My mind...

          Is free...

Released...

           One tracked...

One tactic...

             Just me...

Myself...

         And that's it...

So no...

        More rain...

So no...

        More strain...

No more hard times and memories of this fuckin pain, and stress - goodbye to all the loneliness, and agony, and all this fuckin misery you rotten people has handed me -

I'm free...

           From the tension...

Seclusion...

            Suspense and...

Confusion...

            Bad choices...

I'm making...

             The rules...

I'm breaking...

               So often...

Cause I don't want to awaken five years from this date in a coffin - so I'm repainting this collage -

All over...

           It's over...

The weight...

             Off my shoulders...

No more anti-socialness from this distress and regretfulness -

So Jehovah...

             Allah...

Messiah...

          Father, God...

Prepare a better place for your son - the end of the world has come...



Tha Prodigal One...