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Rainy Day Blues (Final Resting Place Revised)

You're locked in your room and tied to your bed There's blood on your pillow from the hole in your head You lay and you wait, just welcoming death No fight or struggle as you breathe your last breath The rain is cold as it thunders and storms But your blood flows red, silent and warm The wind blows hard as it howls through the trees You lay motionless as I beg and I plead A tear drop falls on your pale colored skin There's a smile as you whisper faintly, "Allison" A gun shot to your head, a bullet to the brain No matter how you word it, the results are just same The lighting will flash and the thunder will roar Time will move forward, but for you no more

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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