If you keep trying
You will end up dying
So why go fighting
For the lying
There will be nothing
If you have something
It will be disappearing
Leaving you crying
So what's the point
To live in the world
Having me at gunpoint
Where my life will be sold
Leave me to die
Six feet under
I will say bye
When my body plunders
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My Poems
PoezjaI make any poems. If you guys want any kind of poems. I try to make them the best of my abilities.
