Jan 2015
If I was going to commit suicide,
it would probably be in September.
That's the month when everything goes wrong,
When everything falls apart.
It's the month when summer ends,
And it becomes fall.
When alive things die,
And sane people break.
My life always seems to crumble,
Every crack magnified,
Every tear multiplied.
It's like a Green Day song once said,
"Wake me up when September ends..."
it would probably be in September.
That's the month when everything goes wrong,
When everything falls apart.
It's the month when summer ends,
And it becomes fall.
When alive things die,
And sane people break.
My life always seems to crumble,
Every crack magnified,
Every tear multiplied.
It's like a Green Day song once said,
"Wake me up when September ends..."
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(Shelton,WA)
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