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its like 1:30 am ish...i dunno...i am tired.....maybe it will be a song...i could play it on my guitar....
don't speak to the deaf
don't wave to the blind
don't question those who can't talk back
like aiming in the dark
for a target too small
with a gun when the bullet's in your brain.
its stupid
its pointless
its painfull
its wrong
its torchure
its poison
its suicide to live
its all gonna stop in the end when it comes...
live on
live on
till death do you part
and things will make sence to you then
you'll know why we live
after you die
when it comes,
when it comes,
when it comes...
you'll know why we live
after you die
when your times up
and he comes for your life.
we're dead while we live
but when we must die
thats when we live for real.
live on
live on
till death do you part
and things will make sence to you then
its stupid
its pointless
its painfull
its wrong
its torchure
its poison
its suicide to live
its all gonna stop in the end when it comes...
when it comes,
when it comes,
when it comes...
you'll know why we live
after you die
when it comes,
when it comes,
when it comes...
don't speak to the deaf
don't wave to the blind
don't question those who can't talk back
like aiming in the dark
for a target too small
with a gun when the bullet's in your brain.
its stupid
its pointless
its painfull
its wrong
its torchure
its poison
its suicide to live
its all gonna stop in the end when it comes...
live on
live on
till death do you part
and things will make sence to you then
you'll know why we live
after you die
when it comes,
when it comes,
when it comes...
like aiming in the dark
for a target too small
with a gun when the bullet's in your brain.
when it comes,
when it comes,
when it comes...
when it comes,
when it comes,
when it comes...
stare probably the gayest thing ever written......night night
 Swallower Of Daves Shaft · Sun May 07, 2006 @ 09:31am · 3 Comments |
<---i want to look like this someday.