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It always rains the hardest,
on those who deserve the sun.


I looked at the cross
Then I look away
Give you the gun
Blow me away.
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Life is hell, and then you die.
Sometimes, I just like to cry.
Six feet under is where youll find me,
Wish someone would end it, from behind me.
Afraid of life, and fearing for my health,
I wish I had to courage, to pick the gun up from the shelf.
Hug me, love me, bite me, kiss me,
If only I knew, if you'd miss me..

Your quivering lips are so damn sexy,
I often imagine, if you would just sex me.
This road I walk is not very pleasant,
Social anxiety, depression, thats what I meant.
That look in your eyes when youre sad I just fall for,
When I am alone, it's something I would beg and crawl for.
Ashamed of life, Quite frankly my dear,
I just cant stand life, without you here.