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Feb 2018
No Daniel, I won't listen.

Don't need your ****, just to do another one of your sinful deeds.

I grew up on main street, where the creatures really meet.

My dad is a good man, but is so far gone.

Rain hits my skin like bullets, another dream?


It's hard to remember.

Who I want to be.

Love ain't for me, I just want a cancerstick and to weep.

I travel late at night, searching for a way home.

But it's already dried in the dirt, the way your words burn, baby they hurt.


No light to guide my way, I sway in the dark, a spark flies.

My shaking eyes, I see a figure run and hide.

Bangs ring out from every direction.

I feel my stomach tighten, a sweet taste of crimson.

Oh my father, my time has come.


It's hard to remember.

Who I want to be.

Love ain't for me, I just want a cancerstick and to weep.

I travel late at night, searching for a way home.

But it's already dried in the dirt, the way your words burn, baby they hurt.


With my final breath, there was no peace.

Rain hits my skin like bullets, is it another dream?

Mother, father, please rock me to sleep, rock me to sleep.

That sweet taste of gunpowder, staining my teeth.
Kaleigh
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