Who would miss me if I was gone?
If I could no longer carry on?
What if I wasn't there the next day?
Would anyone stop and pray?
A bullet in my head.
Me hanging there dead.
A fall from the highest heights.
Pondering the ways with my alone nights.
I remember the words you said.
Did you ever think it would cause red?
I grew tired of the jokes.
Sick of thinking my life is a hoax.
Every action has a reaction.
Well this is a delayed action.
Did you ever think I would react?
You never expected this impact.
I have a life too, damn you.
I have my own view.
Why must you make me bleed?
Is death the only way to be freed?
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