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| when one cant go on nothing is fun worse than hell we get put on the shelf never dusted i was always rusted all for somthing i lusted not for a woman i lusted for freedom not aware of it everything turned to shit walking down the endless hall then bump into a wall with a shelf of nick nacks out of nowhere comes a bat taking me to a place i havent seen to my suprise the grass isnt green black like the rose is this what i chose? to be nothing on a wall i knew there would be a downfall but why me? sentenced to the shelf when all i wanted was wealth the few, the proud the abnouxus the loud are all in one crowd dont do anything to yourself were all pawns on the shelf |