MY BOO
You left me herer alone to die.Doing things that I thought you couldn't.
Now I'm left here alone to cry.
Even though I promised you I wouldn't.
I remember when we used to play outside.
On the streets in the hot summer sun.
Ever since you were a little girl (about five).
You've wanted to use a gun.
Now you've finally found your chance.
And you will have to go very far.
But thats exactly what you get.
When you join the National Guard.
I'm not too thrilled or happy.
That you're going away.
But I promised you I wouldn't sappy.
So lets go outside and play.
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