thinking of the way you walked out we fought and it was a rout so i sit here gazing into the sky wishing that i wasn't so shy think of how the boss called his tone was real cold we don't need you go play with a jello mold so i sit here gazing into the skies thinking of putting a bullet into both of his eyes thinking of how my father called and said im disowning you your accounts dead so i sit here gazing into the sky thinking of kicking him in the thigh the credit card company called there was ice in it when was i going to pay my credit card limit so i sit here gazing into the sky wishing that i could fly so now i have no lover, no money what's next the car, not the car no texts so i sit here gazing into the sky thinking about blowing that lot high next my doctor calls he says that ive got cancer,a tumor and a fondness for pot so i sit here gazing into the sky asking myself over and over, why so i sit here gazing into the sky i get the pistol and my brains fly, dry and i dieBirth sign: Aries
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