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Lonely, LonelyLonely, lonelyLonely, Lonely
in my own house.
I feel like something's creeping
up the walls, in my bones.
My skin
hurts, my eyes burn.
Ah, but you're one to talk; your eyes are red
from yelling, black because you have no soul.
You like to tear me down like The Berlin Wall
so I feel the sadness in my bones.
It's fine until you come a'creeping.
I don't need you showin' up.
And, oh, how you come a'creeping!
And how you love to watch me burn,
by ~RevMEATZ
Stoned Outby ~RevMEATZ
That Day is Done
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Crept up from behind where they brandished a gun, pointed it directly at his face.
He said...
"Do you know who the fuck I am?
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The way to happiness does not include murdering your friends, your family, or yourself being murdered.
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Crept up from behind where they brandished a gun, pointed it directly at his face.
He said...
"Do you know who the fuck I am?
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