my angle suicide
The light was too bright
so he hid from the sun in his dark palace
he held the gun waiting for death
placed his fingers in perfect position
the gun loaded full of amunition
putting the gun against his chest
making the choice death was best
pulled the trigger,
fired the shot the shot the barrle still hot
and in the split second before he died
i bet you my life my angle cried
so he hid from the sun in his dark palace
he held the gun waiting for death
placed his fingers in perfect position
the gun loaded full of amunition
putting the gun against his chest
making the choice death was best
pulled the trigger,
fired the shot the shot the barrle still hot
and in the split second before he died
i bet you my life my angle cried
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