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The Date on my calender is crossed off
and my GLOCK and two 9MMS are ready
to be cocked back
and it's time to get going after I've danced
to this last track
I put the sawn off shotgun in my back pack.
And make tracks
I have cut my wrists and as it drips ill smudge
it on my lips
my makeups done and I'm ready to have some fun.

I'm drinking the last bit of vodka then I'm going to get
into my Nova
I'm so sick of this world so there's gonna be a massacre.
I don't care about the aftermath I'm looking forward to the
blood bath
Everyshot I fire every SCREAM I hear all the RAGE and all
the years

your going too feel my TEARS my PAIN my nose is full of
and I'm ready to get the train. Iam going to hell not heaven

Right weres platform 11. all the stares all the talking behind
my back
Like I'm nothing but a helpless mouse in a rat trap. This is the
The only way I'm not backing down come on you fuckers I've got
you now !

you will have to take down the clown you laugh at there's no going
Rat a tat tat. As I pull out my GUN someone's already shouted run !

I've been shot in the shoulder I need to gt too cover it must of
been POLICE OFFICER UNDERCOVER! .as he calls for back up
I stick out my arm and fire a few rounds back

I catch him as I'm crouching down right in his KNEE CAP as
He falls too his knees I Squeeze . The second BULLET travels
as he falllling penetrated deep into his SKULL . I stop firing I hear
the sirens

Back behind the cold dusty pillar I wait like a trained sniper
I look in my ruck sack for my two 9MMS . I hear a voice not far
from a meter !
DROP the GUN We can talk about this its not over it can be FIXED !
you made a

MISTAKE For FUCK SAKE it Happens !. RIGHT ! I shout BACK in ANGER
I'll put my
Hands UP and we will all LIVE HAPPY EVER AFTER ? Ok I'm coming Out !
Don't make
Me doubt put yours DOWN too ! I took one gun behind my back

My Dusty Rucksack too distract. before he can react BANG !!
My BULLET drops gravity to the floor BANG I'd hit him right in
the JAW
I walk slowly up to him kick the HANDGUN away from HIM he's

he's holding up a PHOTO and on the back some bad hand writing
hes BEEN

I see he has a DAUGHTER and she has a MOTHER and now they have
know FATHER .
I crouch down my PIECE HOT and SMOKIN I DON'T GIVE A FUCK who
you are
YOU are not

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