Fourth Favorite of Three
Why try when I'll Die
This brings a tear to my eye
When I cry I get this high
Like a bird when it flies
The pain lets me kill
When I can't deal
With all of the pill
bottles needing refills
Why's it always me
Who can't fulfull a destiny
Yes me,
the Fourth favorite child of three
Copyright © Marshall New | Year Posted 2012
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