The last thought before the gun shot
I wonder why they want outside
Like as if it’s changed
The airs the same
The memories don’t fade
I believe the sky is the key to time travel...believe...I believe that poison eats air
Do I dare hold my breathe
Do I dare breathe the deceit
The hatred hailing down on me
The last thought before the gun shot
I wonder what his last thought was
Like as if it matters
Like as if he cares...happy...
The memories now fade
I believe something somewhere there’s another me
Do I dare say out loud how desperate I am...now...the spikes rain down
The decisions made were grave
I choose to believe his last thought was happy
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
The last thought before the gun shot
I wonder why they want outside
Like as if it’s changed
The airs the same
The memories don’t fade
I believe the sky is the key to time travel...believe...I believe that poison eats air
Do I dare hold my breathe
Do I dare breathe the deceit
The hatred hailing down on me
The last thought before the gun shot
I wonder what his last thought was
Like as if it matters
Like as if he cares...happy...
The memories now fade
I believe something somewhere there’s another me
Do I dare say out loud how desperate I am...now...the spikes rain down
The decisions made were grave
I choose to believe his last thought was happy
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