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Click, Click.
Collective Memories Begin To Dissipate.
Bang, Bang.
Pull The Trigger Maybe Then You Could Appreciate.
All The Things I Did.
All The Words That I Said.
The Last Sound Is The Glock.
Maybe When I'm Dead.
You Could Rewind The Clock.
Take Me Back To A Time.
When Everything Was Fine.
Nothing To Worry About.
No Reason To Shout.
Pull The Trigger, And I'll Erase All My Doubt.
I'll Blow Away All Of These Memories.
My Soul Fly's Up, And Takes Off With The Breeze.
I Could Fall To My Knees.
Maybe Then My Heart Would Rest At Ease.
Hear That Glock?
Pop, Pop.
Hear The Final Shot?
My Hearts Stopped.
- by UnholyFayth |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/09/2009 |
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- Title: Pop.
- Artist: UnholyFayth
- Description: Back When I Used To Free Style. xD
- Date: 06/09/2009
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- 4ever_lost in_ ur eyes - 06/09/2009
- thats awesome. its very meaningful
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