r.i.p
i use to say never say never,
Till god sent you to hell.
Now i say nothing last forever.
as i lay here to dwell.
The blood form my wrist,
falls to the floor,
the wounds form tour kisses,
are becoming so sore.
As i count the stars,
One by One,
Simliar to my scars,
The counting is never done.
I wish you were here,
Sometimes we have to say goodbye.
I love you my dear.
but love has to die.
So iput your name on a bullet,
Hold the gun to my head,
I just can't do it.
I'm laying so cold in your bed.............
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