This Is My Last Message To You Poem by Scotty Holloway

I'm fed up
I'm bullet proof
Got only you
Left to lose
I've got secrets
You think I
Told you everything
But you only got
The common lies
I was like you
Then I wrote
That life story
So people see me
Cool not some loser to
Now your confused
You don't know
What to believe
Now when I tell you
Let's go to sleep
Your fed up
Your bullet proof
Conspiracy theories
Starting to get
To you so
Let's go see
If we are
Bullet proof
We go get
Them goons
The cops appaer
Pull thier guns
Here it comes
Bullets fire
They fly right
Threw your eye
Into my chest
Were you always
Ran now we
Know we ain't
Bullet proof
Pool of blood
Our bodies lay
At least we
Did exactly
What we said
We stuck together
Till the end of that