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her family poses for the picture like nothing is wrong
but in reality she's singing her suicide song
daddy drowns his sorrows in rum
and mum-mum can barely earn a week's lump-sum
bubby smiles when she sings her suicide song
and all the kids at the playground jump in excitement because they know, they know,
they know it's not long.
mum-mum will be gone, and daddy will start to sing his suicide song too
run, run, daddy's got his mental baseball bat
run, run, she said 'daddy, please stop saying that'
bubby ran off with all the other kids to watch you sing your suicide song
c'mon, c'mon, she knows it's not long
daddy offed himself, his veins leaked rum
c'mon, c'mon, bubby offed himself too
she's all alone in that country house, her suicide song is a picture perfect tune
sing a song, sing a song, her suicide song.. it finally came true.
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PuisiWe speak in tongues, blacker than the sun; No death can touch, the crooked young. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Yes my little creatures, another poetry series. For you people who followed my last account, you'll obviously know I had one...
