my life
Pretending is an art of mine,
When all is bad I pretend it's fine,
To pretend i am not paid to do,
You all think my life is made don't you?,
To pretend is something quite difficult to do,
But i have adapted to it just to fool you,
Joy and Mum,
Even my brother who is very very young,
If they ever realise what they've done,
They wouldn't tell me where they hid the gun,
My name it means god's chosen one,
I don't know why when i'm on the run,
The rope i asked for never came,
I wonder if he was even game,
If i ever saw you again what i would ask you would be:
"Those pills, those pills where do they stay?" Just to kill me,
When on the table they would lay,
To answer me you would say,
"The bin, the bin, they're in the bin,
"No, No, No, repent your sin!"
If i could die there would be just two messages from me,
Dear God, I love you, I know you love me, so please just let me be!
And to my friends and family,
To Mum and Daddy(Wherever dad shall be!)
I love you all,
About as much as Daniel,
I said i was a christian didn't i?
Well christianity involves the truth,
The truth that is is not to lie,
The truth that is never never to die,
Well again i lied,
Oh, hell i wish i died,
Those asprin ahhh yes there they are,
Or maybe i'll die just in the car,
The knife you see that i have stolen,
Has made my eyes all puffy and swollen,
Just from crying,
Just from trying,
Oh how it hurts,
A door bell rings, it is my dad home again to get his shirts,
Oh how glad i am to have locked that door,
The blood streams out, more, more and more,
I think of all my family,
Oh how selfish they will think i be,
I feel faint, here come the asprins, 32 in fact,
My dad gets in and kicks the cat,
I hear him walk into the kitchen,
Then i think of all my friends, of all the bitchin',
Oh how happy i am to be going to hell,
Just down the road i hear another church bell,
Annoucing the loss of another soul,
I look at the home of my ken doll,
I sigh,
Goodbye my friend Goodbye, Goodbye.
Last edited by bloodredconspiracy : 2004-04-10 at 00:46.
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