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Now itís time to die
Pull a smokiní gun on my head
Pull the trigger blow away.

Sick and tired of every lies
Fairy tale stories always dies
Put on a fake smile; hide the pain
But everything remains.

I thought everythingís gonna be Okay
And all of this will drift away.
Hell keeps hounding me
Heaven mustíve forgotten me.

Hello...Goodbye, Iíll stay awhile

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The following comments are for "Hello...Goodbye"
by DeadPoet1001

Drifting From the Pulling
the smoking gun
is just a drift away...
from the finger-pulling trigger

( Posted by: awhippingflame [Member] On: June 8, 2016 )

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