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More and more stress builds up
It pours over its way to much
It floods like river during the rain
It’s a bad point in life id the source of the pain

Everyday my wrists do bleed to satisfy my need
I think and I think of ways to make it stop
Until it crossed my mind to end it with a pop…
All my so called friends told me to stop, but I won’t stop till the shells has dropped

I took my dads gun and to the road on I went
Walked up the street with bad intentions my soul is crippled broken and bent
I thought about the message I sent I was clear enough
For all they knew it was a bluff but this was no bluff my time is up…

I ponder with my thoughts as I walk down this street cold and hungry I want a bite to eat
But there’s no point its all over now. When its all said and done you’ll hear that loud sound.
I look up real quick and what to I see it’s the angel of death coming closer to me
Now I know what I have to do I blew my brains out on the Main Street