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Unread 07-20-2012, 07:22 PM
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I feel like filling a gauge up with bullets and spilling my brains. If I began revealing my pain of which I've been keeping concealed and encaged you'd probably be really amazed that breathing is something I still do today. Sick of just sitting here watching the clock so fuck it maybe I'll tie my leg to an awfully big rock and walk off this dock. pour 7 in a row and watch my common sense drop from the vodka and shots. I'm honestly lost, so often I toss n turn thinking of friends and all that I've watched crumble to Ashes and wanted to stop. my lifes been a waste, I never catch nothing I'm trying to chase, so someone please rewind to the day my brother passed on let me die in his place. Cuz I'm walking around with my fuckin head lost in the clouds cuz I'm ashamed of the man that I call myself now. So while you partying with Bacardi and loud as you flaunt to the crowd I just wanna knock the shit out alla you clowns who don't know shit and could never relate to the pain that I'm talking about.

---------- Post added at 06:22 PM ---------- Previous post was at 06:19 PM ----------

...wrote that today..probably gonna add to it. Might let someone dope get a verse..anyone interested?
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Unread 07-20-2012, 07:22 PM   #1
 
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Default I'm feeling like

I feel like filling a gauge up with bullets and spilling my brains. If I began revealing my pain of which I've been keeping concealed and encaged you'd probably be really amazed that breathing is something I still do today. Sick of just sitting here watching the clock so fuck it maybe I'll tie my leg to an awfully big rock and walk off this dock. pour 7 in a row and watch my common sense drop from the vodka and shots. I'm honestly lost, so often I toss n turn thinking of friends and all that I've watched crumble to Ashes and wanted to stop. my lifes been a waste, I never catch nothing I'm trying to chase, so someone please rewind to the day my brother passed on let me die in his place. Cuz I'm walking around with my fuckin head lost in the clouds cuz I'm ashamed of the man that I call myself now. So while you partying with Bacardi and loud as you flaunt to the crowd I just wanna knock the shit out alla you clowns who don't know shit and could never relate to the pain that I'm talking about.

---------- Post added at 06:22 PM ---------- Previous post was at 06:19 PM ----------

...wrote that today..probably gonna add to it. Might let someone dope get a verse..anyone interested?
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