D3AT!-!

I used to be a depressed f•ck
I longed for Death_ I wanted Her
When I found Death
She looked Me in the face and
Said you are already Dead boy
Disappointed
I got into writin’ my every thoughts
Words became the cuts I bleed through
Now I’m born again
I’m livin’_ smokin’ fine
I hear Death Knockin’ on my door
But I ain’t ready yet, I’ll stall awhile… .

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