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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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