I never thought it would come so fast,
I never thought it would last,
Everything I loved,
was my past,
Eyes become blind,
All I could think about,
Is what was troubling me,
I was to blind to see who really loved me,
The dealth of somebody,
Was just to brilliant to believe,
So I picked up my weapon,
And let all my anger out,
Now with out a doubt,
That person is rotting in a grave,
Cruel to say,
But.....
That my anger took over my whole brain,
Mean less to say is that I'm sorry,
To those that I put in that grave,
I feel a shame,
And I'm sorry for those,
Who felt my rage! ! ! ! ! ! !
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