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When do I stop falling down this fucking hole of life?
All of the roots tear as I feel of its strife.
It gets hotter the deeper I go;
Where the fuck is the bottom: how far will this go?
I never did anything to fall this far deep;
Longest damn nightmare when I'm not asleep.
Going thru this earth of hell;
All of the bullshit that the media may tell.
Feeling alone, but their are do many falling in this hole;
Leaving them like me with no soul.
Love has killed us all in time;
But why is death so very kind?
The hardest thing about death is life;
You could end it anytime with a knife.
Nothing ever came good from a suicide;
Leaving all of them wondering why you have died.
Suicide is not so selfish if they knew you pain;
Especially when it was them that drive you insane.
You have had cries for help to them;
Their the dumb asses that should be condemned.
It's such a silent suicide when no one hears you;
It was all of their secrets that you knew.
Who cheated, who had lied; they all filled you up with their mind;
Never to wonder what you were leaving behind.
They only cared if you would ever tell;
Their kinda glad that you have fell.
Some kinda friends you have when their happy when you die.
Never to have a chance to know all that had a lie.
A friend will leave you asking questions all of the time;
As best friend is always their to stand behind.
So pick your friends as if you life depended on it;
You'll have false ones; nothing less than a hypocrite.
One day when you just cant take no more shit;
Just tell them your tired of all their bullshit.
You will have a few you may confine;
Their will only be that one who will stand behind.
All of the roots tear as I feel of its strife.
It gets hotter the deeper I go;
Where the fuck is the bottom: how far will this go?
I never did anything to fall this far deep;
Longest damn nightmare when I'm not asleep.
Going thru this earth of hell;
All of the bullshit that the media may tell.
Feeling alone, but their are do many falling in this hole;
Leaving them like me with no soul.
Love has killed us all in time;
But why is death so very kind?
The hardest thing about death is life;
You could end it anytime with a knife.
Nothing ever came good from a suicide;
Leaving all of them wondering why you have died.
Suicide is not so selfish if they knew you pain;
Especially when it was them that drive you insane.
You have had cries for help to them;
Their the dumb asses that should be condemned.
It's such a silent suicide when no one hears you;
It was all of their secrets that you knew.
Who cheated, who had lied; they all filled you up with their mind;
Never to wonder what you were leaving behind.
They only cared if you would ever tell;
Their kinda glad that you have fell.
Some kinda friends you have when their happy when you die.
Never to have a chance to know all that had a lie.
A friend will leave you asking questions all of the time;
As best friend is always their to stand behind.
So pick your friends as if you life depended on it;
You'll have false ones; nothing less than a hypocrite.
One day when you just cant take no more shit;
Just tell them your tired of all their bullshit.
You will have a few you may confine;
Their will only be that one who will stand behind.
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