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he holds a gun to her head,
"any last words?" he said.
"thank you." she replyed
and then she died.
later that night,
they found her not right.
she lay on a bed.
but she was surely dead.
he was a nut,
and he also cut.
one time to deep,
and made him weep.
he got shot,
but still faught.
he took his last breath,
then swallowed by death.
some people cry,
while other people die.
some may call is sad,
but I call it bad.
it is life.
don't end it with a knife.
or with a gun,
cuz I love you hun.
.................................................................
don't forget that,
or i'll have to wear a black hat.
and a dress...
boy, that would be a mess.
- by happy is skull |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/02/2010 |
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- Title: love ya
- Artist: happy is skull
- Description: was talking to my friend about being dead. and this just poped into my head. p.s i love you all =]
- Date: 01/02/2010
- Tags: love
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