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Tick tick tock
look at the clock
my wrists are slit
and my heart has stopped.
tick tick tock
look at the door
the police come through
my bodies on the floor.
Who do you think I am to them,
another kid who took the pills,
who grabbed the blade from his dresser drawer,
and let blood soil the bedroom floor.
Who do you think I was to them
another one who gave in to sin,
do I even matter anymore,
I'm laying upon this cold, cold floor.
- by SneakerBoxx |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/14/2009 |
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- Title: Counter Cockwise
- Artist: SneakerBoxx
- Description: Suicide isn't so easy, ya know?
- Date: 08/14/2009
- Tags: counter cockwise
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