10:32 A.M.
I walk alone this street/
I can't see you because of the sun's blazing heat/
I have no life, I have died in defeat/
All I needed was someone to talk to/
but, you were to busy being you/
things could have been better,remeber when we were two?/
nobody had a clue/what would happen to me,what I would do/
Where were you?/
So while I'm sitting on this chair/
Death staring at me thru cold, dark air/
I think life was good when I was young/
Now I'm going to die, I'll stand here until I'm hung/
As I put the rope around my neck/
I say to myself what the heck/
I need to go to the bar, I need a drink/
I need some time to sit and think/
But, as I begin to open the door/
your memory comes back, and I fall to the floor/
I'm going to end my life, I will go on no more/
I go on and put the rope around my head/
At 10:32 I'm officially dead/
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