Death Of A Dumb A**Ni**er!
I don’t want to die, but I’m ready for it,
The pain in my heart to live, is getting too heavy for it,
The thoughts of her, hold me down like an anchor, vivid dreams in my sleep, bring her to life, like the art of a painter,
why must I feel like this,
if time heals all wounds,
why must I heal like Nips, if the marathon continues,
I’m not healing, I’m dying, that feeling, there’s no denying, I reach out, there’s no replying, so I reach in, and there’s only crying,
I lost my love, and fell deeper into the drug,
No kiss or hug, so I fell deeper into the tug,
Just a broken soul, who reached an all time low, then I lost my boys, no more would my light then glow, that’s the price one pays, as I look back at how I did her, I FUCKING HATE myself for the times that I hit her, so I can’t blame her for leaving a loser to get with a winner, an angel sent from heaven, to deal with such a sinner, my grave was dug, when she found better and bigger, the nightmares finally come to an end, the death of a dumb a** ni**er!
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