måndag 24 november 2008

Walking

His walking the streets
Rain falling on his head
Thou ten minutes ago he was in his bed
Thinking about suicide again

First time he did it
He completly failed

Second time he broke his leg
Thinks about jumping down a cliff
Did it except it was to small
Woke in an hospital

Failours surrounds him everywhere he goes...

His walking the streets again
Still the rain falls on his head
The thing is his always been dead

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