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Splatter

I put the gun in my mouth an wrap my finger round the trigger

 

I bite my tongue feelin like a fool

 

Waiting for a chance to make it right

 

Id rather just end this ******* fight

 

Watch me splatter my brain across the backseat

 

I hope to god it doesnt look neat

 

My finger was on the trigger but my bloods on your hands

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tyler-maurer
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Jan 16, 2012
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