Running away from the the pain seem to be a game.
They pull out poison bows and they got good aim.
What's the point of living' if you want to die.
But it was that one person that told you to stay and mad ends tie.
You gave up blood for the people who didn't care.
But all the time they cut your wings and made you fall out of thin air.
They couldn't point out their flaws no the wouldn't dare.
But to afraid to say it cause their skin is running bare.
You never should have went through this pain.
So in your heart its not you, you should blame.
They was messin with your brain as if you were special ed.
But they got nothing to say when your dead.
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Please comment a title for this, I didn't really know what
Call it. It just came to me when was about to read a book
Called Memory in Death. But yeah comment and vote.
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