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Jun 2016
I looked at a roof
I looked at a loft
I looked at some pills
Thinkin ways to be off

I looked at the future
I felt the nails dig in
I looked at everyone I love
I felt the nails dig in

I looked at the people
To whom I'm a slave by debt
I don't want to be evil
But I just soon run away from it

down
and I got to get up
I'm so down
and I got to get up

I looked at the prices of the guns
I'm broke so I can't buy none
I looked at the eyes of a sad person
And wondered how they can go on

I felt all the people that ever left
And wonder if now if they have regret
They tell us to stay yet they don't know whats best
They don't know what's on the other side of all of this

I keep looking at the faces
of everyone I have loved
And wonder if they'd do better
If I wasn't here to judge
Garnett C Fireline
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Garnett C Fireline  57/M/USA
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