The Note

by shane pratt   Oct 5, 2003


Okay people,i'll make this quick and brief,my time is up here and i think i have to leave,no more pressure's or fear of getting older,no more depression or shame that make's me colder,no more crying on my own shoulder,no more people trying to f**k me over,no more nice guy or acting like a soldier.I'm trapped in the worst of time's,a prisoner in my own mind,How the f**k could i ever be happy,life keep's throwing all these curve's at me,i look in a mirror and my image won't stop laughing at me,i'm not living,i'm jut existing,i'm getting weaker from the demon's i keep fighting.It's funny,whenever i try to get up there's alway's someone to kick me back down,how could anyone understand these troubled frown's of mine.So this is iti'm finally at my wit's end,in no way do i want to stay in a place with all this hate,all these lie's and tear's,tribulation's and endless fear's,so cheer's,drink your beer's,shed your tear's and don't forget me,i knew at some point that this world was gonna wreak me,remember me,i spoke straight from the heart,i could'nt spend anymore time in the dark,i could'nt take living like tree bark,i could'nt take life without that special spark,i could'nt take the pressure's that finally got me,almost everything you just read alcohol taught me.peace!!!

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