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Don't Do It
Tears are the ink that writes words upon the page
Your blood is the pen that drips with all this rage
I will never forget, the sight of your brains on the wall
When I saw your body, I began to bawl
Thirteen years of friendship and then it was done
Thirteen years of friendship ended by a gun
I sit here and I think, I sit here and I brood
I sit here and I cry, I fucking miss you dude!
Your blood is the pen that drips with all this rage
I will never forget, the sight of your brains on the wall
When I saw your body, I began to bawl
Thirteen years of friendship and then it was done
Thirteen years of friendship ended by a gun
I sit here and I think, I sit here and I brood
I sit here and I cry, I fucking miss you dude!
Published 19th May 2014
| Edited 21st May 2014
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19th May 2014 4:06am
20th May 2014 2:23am
Glad you enjoyed it. I learned its better not to bottle everything up. Anyway, I had a few drinks and started thinking of my old friend, and came up with that.
