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Dead For Martel

I want to close the door so i can leave you behind But first give me a pen so my will can be signed because of the pain you put my through I should have had it aimed at you but instead to my head is this gun and before I can think BANG you pull the trigger now you better runiind close that door but dont forget to lock it and dont throw away the key or but it in your pocket because if I find that key I'm going to unlock that door and you wont have sweet dreams anymore you know they say sleep is the cousin of death I'm going to have waking up in cold sweats all out of breath So you better hope that bullet killed me and I'm dead beacuse in your nightmares thats me standing above your bed I'm going to drive you insane and before you know it the cold steel going to be put to your membrane And right when you about to push the gun from your head BANG I pull the trigger and now your dead

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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