Fearing for my life,
Shall I pull the trigger?
Life is hard when I know
I'm no winner.
I'm a dead man walking,
I'm sick in the head,
One day you will find me,
On the floor covered in red.
Writing is passion,
All I need is a chance.
Who's going to want me?
Ha, I'd be quicker walking to France.
I'm trapped in a cage,
Waiting for the poison to spread,
But how can you kill,
What's already dead?
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