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“All my friends are hooked on pills.
All my friends are drunken ills.
Lay in bed waiting for a call with
hopes that someone would want to hang out today.
What were you thinking when you were gunned down?
What were you thinking you hung yourself above the ground?
You hear silence while we hear sirens,
leaking through when we get the call.
I can’t take much anymore,
my tears weigh me down on the floor.
this is a constant reminder of what’s in store.
Headaches, nightmares.
Black skies, heart tears.
I’m shaking, you don’t care.
I’m aching, you don’t care.”
(Source: casketca)
