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Rope

The hard and unforgiving ground
is where I make my bed
My pillow's just a little hole
dug out to fit my head

Can't think of anywhere to go
but I don't want to stay
'Cos things have been this way so long
I know no other way

My friends are laughing, telling jokes
while they are trying to fit the rope
They don't know that they'll end up dead
'cos all my friends are in my head
LordCreepy
Written by LordCreepy (Colten_Sorrells)
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