suicidal silents..
if you dry my eyes
and wipe my face
ill pitty you..
i understand your a disgrace...
just sit back... relax
while i put the gun to your hidden face....
dont be a coward...
or twist my words...
as ur sitting here reading this...
know that its me hidden behind the covered face
clearly begging to be cut..
or shot with blood oozing down my face..
im writing a movie..
here s your script
keep reading this...
bull
if your eager to pull
know that the clips empty
if its not..
my time
so..
its my choice
pull the trigger on the gun.
bang...
i lied the guns not empty...
as i choose to make this happen....
you cant let this happen...
why? ? ...
because...
it wasn't ment to happen..
crazy....
if life was a bullet..
then i sure shiit to be the gun....
yes...
death
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