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Kirai
I'm sorry that I feel this way,
You should know it's not by choice.
My conditions born of circumstance,
Built on years shit and lies.
I'm worried about this life I have,
I'm sure I didn't ask for this.
Maybe I should have kept the damn recipt,
But they wouldn't want it back.
I wish I didn't suffer so,
In this place without a light.
Would it be too much to ask,
For some comfort here?
I thought I saw solace in her eyes,
Of course I was mistaken.
For how could anyone come to love,
That which we fear the most?
So I sit and I think,
What would God do for me?
I think I found that answer,
Down the barrel of the gun.
I'm sorry that I feel this way,
You should know it's not by choice.
My conditions born of circumstance,
Built on years shit and lies.
I'm worried about this life I have,
I'm sure I didn't ask for this.
Maybe I should have kept the damn recipt,
But they wouldn't want it back.
I wish I didn't suffer so,
In this place without a light.
Would it be too much to ask,
For some comfort here?
I thought I saw solace in her eyes,
Of course I was mistaken.
For how could anyone come to love,
That which we fear the most?
So I sit and I think,
What would God do for me?
I think I found that answer,
Down the barrel of the gun.