Don't try

by I knOw hOw sHe FeeLS   Sep 27, 2008


Please don't hold a gun to my head,
because i feel like I'm already dead,
don't try to give me the pills,
because I'm sure i will get the chills,
how could you give me a blade?
when you knew that sooner or later its going to fade,
don't try do give me a rope,
because you know their is no hope.

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