the way things are going down and for so many people standing around i must admit that this will be my final ground no more standing in the light no more joining in the fights that this day will be the last that i will see till tonight Given the gift of death Given the gift of feeling sorrow this will be my final morrow the memories are forgotten the good and the bad it all started when i started feeling sad the drugs the alcohol the tearing scars looking like i just came out of a bar that past, so far away but these feelings are now and i sit here with this frown so lost so confused i scream because of my short fuse i pick my guitar up, so out of tune
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