I wander through life with no cause People hate me and stress all of my flaws Why must I go on in this fucked up world When the other side awaits with open arms Get the gun point it toward my head I love suicide, this is the end Pull the trigger, satasify Who will care if i die No one ever looked inside of me They never saw the man I wanted them to see Discrace Discust Will I die? It's a must I was dead at the start of life So get the gun and get the knife i no longer want to live in God's graces He's not real, just painted faces Get the gun point it toward my head I love suicide, this is the end Pull the trigger, satasify Who will care if i die Loniness has taken my soul I no longer have any contol I hate my life, I hate living I love suicide, it's so forgivingBirth sign: Aries
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