My Last Time
Last time, I didnt say anything
Last time, I always heard the phones ring.
Last time, it was the 36th time,
And last time, I couldnt make a rhyme
This time, Im gunna let it all out
This time, Im gunna stand up and shout
This time, Im at my breaking point
This time, when Im done, I'll go roll a joint
Next time, it wont be different from now
Next time, it will be the same if I say 'Ow! '
Next time, it will be the last for me
Next time, you will be crying 'How could this be? '
Because next time, I will over do it
Next time, wont be an accident one bit
Next time, wont be like the first time
Next time, will be my time
It wil be my time to leave
My time to heave
My time for me to go
You never cared, so
Why start now?
It will disgust me if you ask 'How? '
After Im gone..
Gone. Forever Gone..
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