Murder 1
By Bigheadbob
F**k this s**t, Your gonna die, Cut your throat I will. Money I, Don't really want, I do it for the thrill. Bury you, Way up stream, Right next to the mill. Your not the first, There's many others, Jack, Sally, Chris, and Bill. Don't mess with me, You'll never know, If you'll be my next kill. Alot of people, Blame it on, The acid, shrooms, and pills. I do not. Cause I know, My parents, Are to blame. Never taught me, How to love, Taught me to live in shame. Murder 1, Was the charge, When my final day came. I dont care, For you see, To me it's all the same. Sentenced to death, Yes I was, I can feel no pain. I tied the rope, To the bar, In my cell I'll hang.This is just something that came to me. I put some emotion in to it but it has almost nothing to do with me. Written March 18th, 2002 © on Mar 18 2002 02:06 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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