Ain't ready to die just yet.
Wife and kid's household pet.
Camouflage green is what I wear.
My life I live can be anywhere.
This warmth inside is all I have.
Feelings of death is somewhat wet.
They should sew my eye's shut, from the things I've seen.
Hurt and pain is what I bring, killing lives is what I mean.
Jesus Christ, I'll denie you my maker.
Why do you make me, be a life taker.
Feeling's of giving up, is when I should rely one you.
Will I just be a man in a box.
Buried in my own ****
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
Ain't ready to die just yet.
Wife and kid's household pet.
Camouflage green is what I wear.
My life I live can be anywhere.
This warmth inside is all I have.
Feelings of death is somewhat wet.
They should sew my eye's shut, from the things I've seen.
Hurt and pain is what I bring, killing lives is what I mean.
Jesus Christ, I'll denie you my maker.
Why do you make me, be a life taker.
Feeling's of giving up, is when I should rely one you.
Will I just be a man in a box.
Buried in my own ****
