It was all my fault
It would be a lie if I said it wasnt
I feel lost
I've been crossed
I yelled first
I caused hurt
I made you feel like you were slamed down to the ground in the dirt
I took my fist out first
Your pain was my thirst
Now we both got hurt
I wish I was dead
Take away these thoughts in my head
Put a gun to my head
Thats the quickist way to go to bed
Bang now Im dead
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