Requiem For a Light Weight
He's dead
He's dead
Shot himself in the head.
Walked right out the kitchen door
So blood couldn't stain the brand new floor.
He's dead
He's dead
Walked around like a great big jerk
His gun just one of many quirks
Short little guy who had no friends
Probably had to wear Depends.
He's dead
He's dead
So what.
josette key 2008
Copyright © Josette Key | Year Posted 2008
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