Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
Can you hear it?
The world is changing and I'm slowly dying...
Your so happy and I'm still crying...
You feel loved and I feel dead...Your out laughing and I'm bleeding in my bed...
Life, Love and money fo you...
Death, Hate and poverty for me...
Slit wrists and whisky bottles...
Pills and a scrap of paper...
Blood on the walls and an empty bullet casing...
This is the price of hating...
1 comment:
way to tell the story of my life, dude.
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