The Grim
i see it everywhere i see it in my room i see it when im in the street i see it at school
everytime i see it my eyes burn. when i see you doing thos awful things i try and
pray youll stop but it wont let me pray when you drink or just get high or just be a
jerk she tells me ill be alone i always feel an angel trying to help but my fear shuts
them out as i sit here crying and asking god for help but the grim is next to me
telling me ill be alone.
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