Cry Of The Forgotten Children
Let's pop some pills, Fall in love
Cut our wrists and spill our blood
Drink come Gin, let's die tonight
Come on Demons, help end our life
Let us bleed, for what we see
Don't deny our pain to leave
Let's play with rope, "hang around"
Disappear, ne'er be found
Pull the trigger, blood stained walls
On the cliff, about to fall
Not one memory, not one kiss
One whole love completely missed
Oh to die, what a peace
One escape, that's what we need
Let us die. You've given up
But just know. YOU fucked us up
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