derek pursel

here i am
i feel like a dam
holding all this inside me
i want to let it out
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do me a favore
be my saver
i dont whant you to go
i want you to know
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im in this room
i feel so gloom
its to late everythings doomed
i just assumed
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a road with a dead end
will then be it
you can get mugged or do drugs
but it all leades the some way
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when i cant fall asleep
i dont count sheep
i just lay
nowere to go
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when you lye alone so cold
underground coverd in mold
wandering what happend
wandering why your down there
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you say youll always be there for me
but you just stab me in the back
i want to kill you
but ill try to chill
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the killer is out
dont scream or shout
hell slash you
dash you
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freedom isnt geting any closer
no mader how far i go
cops always potrolin
but thay giv me my props
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im like a shooting star
im very fast and never that far
i think you know how far ill go
just to be nere you
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it feels like the devil
holds my spirit level
im no revel
so what did i do to deserve this
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look what you have bust
now you leave it there to rust
just because we have no trust
dosent meen you should be like that
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