Who Cares its over
Who would care if you end it?
When would you tell me you wanted to die?
Broken hearted, Ruby rivers flow
Sleepless nights, crying, hope suffocated
Anahilated, en end to humanity
Sleep Beckons, eyes blood shot from crying
Swallowed alive, death grips you, no escape
Praying for hope, death now lives
As the cold gun meets his temple
The trigger explodes, though you survive
There its over, ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?
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