Left for Dead
A reflection of happiness, once said
Never shown, now dead
Not enough, the hunger never fed
I’m a poor boy, rich in thought
Top down, bottoms up, I’ve been dropped
Buried after a red hell
After all the bloody drops, I turned pale
This earth in a hurry I left
All my close ones upset
Over my young termination they wept
Yall don’t understand the reason why
I wouldn’t expect U to; it’s just me who died
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