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Off With My Head

Off with my head

You heard what I said

I’m beginning to feel, like I’m already dead

 

Laying face down, in a pool colored red

With all of this pain

Sticks like a stain

When can I shelter, from all of this rain

Oh **** here it comes again

 

Off with my head

You heard what I said

I’m beginning to feel, like I’m already dead

 

Wondering if I’ll ever, get tobreak bread

These lips are dry, and need to be fed

Plate full of food, threw it out instead

This is a feeling, I’m beginning to dread

 

Off with my head

You heard what I said

I’m beginning to feel, like I’m already dead

 

I’ve already bled

No more tears to shed

Wrong paths I’ve led

Nothing more that hasn’t, already been said

 

So, off with this head

You know what I said

I’m beginning to realize, I’m already dead

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max-chisholm
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Published
Jul 12, 2010
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