Peter
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Copyright Peter
Everyday, life gets worse
Soon I’ll be riding in the back of a hearse
Placed neatly inside a wooden crate
I wouldnt have done this, If life was more great
The large, steel blood stained knife
That helped me take my own cruel life
Still lying there on the floor
Because of it, I feel pain, no more
I didn’t know love could do so much damage
I would’ve avoided this horrible wreckage
If I had of known what could’ve gone wrong
But now it’s too late. Because you were too long
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My life is more shitter everyday.
The more I speak to her, the more I pay
I don’t pay money
Or give my posessions
I pay my feelings
It’s just my obsessions
It’s not her, it’s just my life
Which is the reason why I’m going through this strife
Cutting my wrist, doesn’t hurt as much as this.
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If a broken heart made me happy, i would be Joyful
If low-self esteem made me energetic, I would be playful
If tears were made of coins, I’d have money
If anger made me kind, I would be as sweet as honey
If sadness made me feel good, I would be erased of all sorrows
If cutting my wrists didn’t kill me, I will be alive tomorrow
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Happiness comes closer everyday
To the 25th its not my way
too much happy,
not enough sad
Nothing could be bad
Nothing could be bad for anyone
except the weak at heart,
the feelingless
The sad,
The black lives
The depressed.
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