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 © Gabbrielle White | Year Posted 2006
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