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So much temper built up, It�s like a big death cup. So much anger to fight, All I do anymore is trite. I can�t stand this life, Please give me the knife. I see red blood here on this knife, But no one cares cause it�s no real life. I feel myself drifting quickly from life, There�s music I hear a fife. I try to talk my way through things, But so many attached strings. I have so much problems, They bring with so much trouble. I have so much time and so little life, so take my life with that butcher knife. I can take one last pain! |
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