November 1, 2011
Lastly you tell me we're through
In from of your crew
Hoping to get a reaction
In revenge for your contraction
I look away from you
Whispering "that it can't be true"
You and your friends mock me
I want nothing more than to flee
Then you have the audacity to ask me to be friends with you
I shake my head and draw my gun
My turn to laugh as all your friends run
Now your all alone, How does it feel?
Your mind must surely start to real
Going over the events in your life
Seeing your joys,sorrows,pain and strife
You don't want me? That is fine
I must kill you & make you mine
Together we will be immortalized
The whole worlds will sympathize
Hold your breath as the bullet flies
To your head, a second between my eyes.

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