for six years i've been mixed in tears
annoyed by these twizted peers
try to to dream to escape these realistic years
traped in my head i laugh at the
irony and wish i were dead
i dont want to be here
so dont be surprized when im hanging from the chandilear
with my limbs clanking like wind chimes
yea, you dont know it im suicidial
get in my mind. explore it its horrid with torment no remedy to mend
nothin for it im fuckin sordid talkin aint worth it leave me alone in the cold stoned in bowls estranged on pain thats what i love thats what it seems i like. i put on a happy face but this is me in real life.
the only girl that made me smile dont wanna be with me or maybe she dose she just fucks with me

Irish Shamrock

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