May 05, 2006 17:18
someday i'll hold a gun point straight at you
and you will be laying at my feet dead.
with a pool of blood surrounding you,
i'll say that my problems have been solved.
everything that has plauged me from the beginning
has now died at my week
go ahead and walk off stage and take your bow
for you will never be the same again
this is how i roll
this is how i roll
maybe one day you will realize you made a mistake
that day will be the day you are laying face down
in a puddle of your own blood.
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David Morrison
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