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She thought the van was her tomb Thought she’d see the end inevitable soon Fears brought tears then she was consumed Something began to grow inside her womb So let’s start They started talking and quickly became friends It wasn’t smart Because he took her innocents There she lay Defiled and ****** tell me is this the end? And she carried me And took care of me And then buried me with her shame So what do I do? **** it in the emergency room Lose it in a confessional booth Didn’t want to give it up to you Wasn’t one life you ruined but two It began as a coffee date Turned into a newsworthy **** Driven by rejection and pent up hate It was so brutal that it made the front page And her cries were fallen on deaf ears Followed her the rest of her years Plunged into her deepest darkest fears No pity only sneers And she carried me And took care of me And then buried me with her shame So what do I do? **** it in the emergency room Lose it in a confessional booth Didn’t want to give it up to you Wasn’t one life you ruined but two She wrote her final chapter She looked right into me She looked at the gun in her hand It seemed so friendly And with the gun in hand She put it to my head She shut her blood shot eyes And said her final goodbyes And pulled the trigger Mother? And she carried me And took care of me And then buried me with her shame So what do I do? **** it in the emergency room Lose it in a confessional booth Didn’t want to give it up to you Wasn’t one life she took but two
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
Dominoes Fall
She thought the van was her tomb Thought she’d see the end inevitable soon Fears brought tears then she was consumed Something began to grow inside her womb So let’s start They started talking and quickly became friends It wasn’t smart Because he took her innocents There she lay Defiled and ****** tell me is this the end? And she carried me And took care of me And then buried me with her shame So what do I do? **** it in the emergency room Lose it in a confessional booth Didn’t want to give it up to you Wasn’t one life you ruined but two It began as a coffee date Turned into a newsworthy **** Driven by rejection and pent up hate It was so brutal that it made the front page And her cries were fallen on deaf ears Followed her the rest of her years Plunged into her deepest darkest fears No pity only sneers And she carried me And took care of me And then buried me with her shame So what do I do? **** it in the emergency room Lose it in a confessional booth Didn’t want to give it up to you Wasn’t one life you ruined but two She wrote her final chapter She looked right into me She looked at the gun in her hand It seemed so friendly And with the gun in hand She put it to my head She shut her blood shot eyes And said her final goodbyes And pulled the trigger Mother? And she carried me And took care of me And then buried me with her shame So what do I do? **** it in the emergency room Lose it in a confessional booth Didn’t want to give it up to you Wasn’t one life she took but two
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Colombian
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
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