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Jan 2015
Why does it always seem
That with every time I blink
Another person joins the team
That trys to make me sink

Im sick and tired
Of my entire life
But I have been hired
To take the knife

They want me to take all the pain
To endure it all with a smile
But now I stand here in the red rain
And watch all the pain pile

I sit there and say

Every rose has its thorns
That's just how it is
Every angel has its horns
That's just how it is

But now I don't only have thorns
All I am is thorns I have no rose
I don't only have horns
I am the devil no more an angel

The team just gets bigger
Giving more pain
If I pull the trigger
No more pain I shall gain

The team is well hidden
But me I cant be fooled
No sort of pain forbidden
Non of the hot pain cooled
Written by
Mackenzie Bowie
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