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When A Friend Passes #1

When my friend passed away
He was left with nothing to gain
He missed half of his life as a guy
I wish he would have never died
Because it hurts me much inside my head
That's another reason I would rather be dead
So I wouldn't be around to see everyone die
Because knowing they're gone for good
That's why it hurts inside

Written by:
Ian Hunter


Why? #2

Stickin this knife deep in your head
I hate you so much, I cut you and watch you blead
Because of all the fuckin shit you put me through
Like screwing with my girlfriend and other shit too
All the painful memories are still stuck in my head
It's driving me nuts, I want to put a bullet in my head
Everyday I think to myself was it you or was it her?
I wanna know who is responsible for the pain I went through
Because they can never take it back, no matter how hard they try
It hurts so much I wanna die
Everyday I think of many ways I want you to die
But I'm not a murderer
I just want you to feel the pain I have hurtin inside

Written by:
Ian Hunter


In My Head #3

I hate it so much, I want it to go away
Nothin works, no matter what I do or say
It's still locked, deep inside my head
Because too many people, I know are dead
I don't what to do each day,
I'll do anything to make the pain go away

Written by:
Ian Hunter


Feeling Down #4

I sit here sleepless for days
All I see is my life in a haze
It's not that good, But it's not that bad
That's why I'm always sad
Because I got nothin to look forward to each day
Not like anyone cares anyway
I tried to hard for much to long
I tried so hard just to belong
As I sit in this corner of sorrow
I pray and wish I won't be around tomorrow

Written by:
Ian Hunter


For Everyone Who Hates Me #5

My feelings are getting ripped out, one by one
Soon I'm going to grab a gun
To put myself out of my misery
For everyone who hates me, I'm doing them a favour
They don't have to wait no more
I know I won't be missed
Even thinking about it makes me more pissed
As I pull the trigger I think about the past
How shitty my life's been, freedom at last
And all the people who treated me as friends
So little in number
It's time to stand up and pull the trigger
For everyone who cared and loved me
I will see you in the afterlife,
So don't wait up for me

Written by:
Ian Hunter


#6

Dragging this dull knife across my skin,
Tearing the tissue and person within
Sometimes I wish I was dead instead of alive
Because nobody would miss me, and it hurts inside
Sometimes I feel like nobody wants me around
I should go sit on the bottom of the lake and drown
I also hate everything that life brings
The people, the pain, and everything within
Everyone puts me down somehow
I would rather be burried 6 feet in the ground
Not like anyone would miss me if I were dead
So I should put a bullet straight in my head.

Written by:
Ian Hunter


#7

I hate most people here, they are driving me nuts
I want ot punch them in the face, kick them in the chestand put their soul to rest
But still many people mess with my head
I think of many ways to make them all dead
Like slicing their throat, and put a knife in their chest
Their all good but which is the best?
Maybe a bullet hole in their head, or watch them bleed to their death
So many ways people can die, and I could still careless
I wanna pull the trigger and put a hole in your body
Because they pissed me off all those years
And made me come home and sayin shit like this
I want them all to know how it feels to be treated like piss

Written by:
Ian Hunter


#8

Hanging this noose around my head
Hoping I slip and fall and snap my neck
Because I'm all alone, and nobody cares
I'm gonna kill myself to stop the tears
The pain I feel everyday is
Being rejected in so many ways
Nobody feels the pain I went through
Being stabbed in the back and many other shit too
I just want the pain to stop and go away
I'll be unhappy in pain until that day comes
I will sit in a dark corner holding a gun
The day I was born was the day the pain just begun

Written by:
Ian Hunter


#9

Everyone thinks I'm crazy and nuts
I could careless if they liked me I still won't give a fuck
Because people don't know what I been through
I buried lots of friends and family members too
And still I'm being treated like a pile of shit
One more day and I might snap and have a fit
And still you wonder why I act like this
How bout I treat you like a puddle of piss
And make fun of your friends and family that passed on
And watch you react to that shit
It isn't funny is it bitch?
I'll put you down like a pile of shit
To show you what I put up with

Written by:
Ian Hunter


Friends #10

Everyone in my life is coming and going
And now I'm feeling really lonely
Left out and abandoned by all my friends
That's why I got to find new friends
So I'm not lonely each and everyday
Friends help the pain to go away
Being around them made me forget I even had them
So whoever says friends don't help
I say they can go fuck themselves

Written by:
Ian Hunter


#11

I hate my life, it's full of shit
That's why I should slit my wrist
I got nothing to live for like everyone says
So I get pissed in so many ways
Like friends abandon me everyday
They never liked me anyway
I'm just a loner looking for his way
Wanting to kill himself everyday

Written by:
Ian Hunter


#12

I hate life and hate lives near
Because I'm loved by no one
And all my rage is near
But still no love, no respect or no hug
But I got used to it after all those years
At all the funerals I go to, still no tears
Because all my feelings are gone
Nowhere to be found, they were all crushed deep into the ground
So far down nobody could reach it
It's like they never existed
But still my life goes on day by day
And hope I get rid of this pain each day

Written by:
Ian Hunter


Changing #13

My life is changing so fast
I sit and watch my life pass
And I wonder to myself, what's next
What and who will make it the best

Maybe a girlfriend will change my life
Maybe far in the future she will become my wife
But that's in the future, not right now
I want to know what's in my future, why and how

Will it be good, or will it be bad
Will she make me happy instead of sad
She makes me feel good about myself
She cares and worries about my health

Written by:
Ian Hunter


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