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Snacky Gepost door Snacky op donderdag 29-10-2009 om 20:14:57
Beetje aan de lange kant, maar ik vroeg me af wat ik nog kan verbeteren om verhalen levendig te maken.

Sitting in my room, all alone, contemplating
visions of goons that broke my arm, constant haters
every day I went to school, they'd beat me up
treat me rough, seek my blood, this geek had enough
but didn't have the self esteem to tell them; go fuck yourself
living hell of a dream, seldom amongst this wealth
you see, my parents have enough dough to last a lifetime
never have enough though, alas, my spine's intertwined
ok, not really, but it would explain the pain
that I'm feeling, am I insane or an ordinary human being?
more the mery, but on my own I receed and
at times I wanna grab someone by the hair
drag 'm outside, slam 'm like I just dont care
paint a fuckin wall, red with his head
entertain the rest of y'all, fed with death
fuck it, the only thing listening is my own reflection
let it be known, I'm the next kid
who's head shell blow, and go, on a fuckin rage rampage
I feel like nothing, caged, enslaved
enraged and laced with hate for ten men
but in the meanwhile,
I'm the quiet kid sitting in the back of the room
wishing my gadt would soon arive
time to die, I'm glad... 'BOOM'

They never saw it coming...
quiet kid, used for amusement
they used to abuse him
till he went and just lose it...
(till he went and just lose it)

I´m having breakfast, just like any other day
but it´s different, set to put the record straight
strapped with more then steppin lace
"Summer is in the air"
yeah, save it for someone who really cares
the birds, the sunlight, it doesnt inject
I'm on the verge of a gunfight, sudden death
taking all those bastards with me
never knew what the brawl past did to me
I want 'm to feel like I did those years
make 'm squeel like a pig, loads of fear
as I stop daydreaming, I put on a shirt, it says; FUCK HUMANITY!
instead, love the man to be
that's what everybody seem to do
never said I'm the clever party, clean ya crew
one by one
as I'm ready to leave, I take a look at my mom
give a kiss on her head and say; "I love you
but I got to, do what I'm about to do"
my stomach aches as I'm nearing school
like the dumbest ape, fearing the rules
dont wanna go to prison
so allready know that this is it sun
my last day
attack the snakes, is all I can think about
as I walk through the hall, zone out
and no doubt in my mind
I'm a go out as my times silent psycho
teachers, students, no one looks at me
I go on to put the G's
straight in their place
walk up the stairs, tention in the air
but did I mention; I dont care...
I hold the doorclutch, stand still
take a last breath, grab the steel
and scream at the top of my lungs
shoot my gun with all my hatred
every life up in this room; I WANNA TAKE IT!
then I snap, crack and realise
that I'm worse then all the mean guys
let these words free minds
as I free mine, put the cold steel to my head
shook, hold still... DEAD
[ Dit bericht is gewijzigd door op 29-10-2009 @ 20:28:22 ]

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