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Jul 2010
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
Written by
Max Chisholm
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     Max Chisholm and Dorothy A
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