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Deathrow

Needles, poison, pain
All of them are in my veins
Here i sit, wanting to share
My great story of despair;
Living on minimum wage
My heart filled with rage
Then one night i took the knife
And decided to steal a life
As i strolled down the street
I looked for a soul to meet
My mind was racing
I started paceing
Outside her window i stood
I entered her house as i said i would
Through her bedroom door i crept
Watching her as she slept
To her throat i placed the knife
And that is how i ended her life
She only died
Because she lied...