It was real
It was real
It was real!
It jolts up
It's in my veins
My hearts dying?
No...it's pain.
Pain in my heart...but how?
Like paper I lay on the desk
The alcohol making my nerve impulses slow down
My excuse?
Life was too hard, Can't Please'em All
Hating pain...cutting was not an answer.
Absence of oxygen would be convulsive!
Lover! Oh Lover!
Your drawer holds the answer
Little schmuck couldn't even use a pistol
So cold and malicous but yet so weak...
No Pain No Gain
Above statement is false though
There was no pain included and yet I had gained my freedom.
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