

Maybe i could reach youAlone Desolate A hollow field with a little bunny singing Then shotgun shells Then shouts and yells Then a final shot heard ringingMaybe i could reach you
The bunny dead The man content Shot in the head From the bullets sent The man will rejoice The family can eat The rabbits "choice" To provide them a feast


Tim Youngi cut again then offered my hand i tried to end a lifeTim Young
i sung aloud and can't understand i worked and never saw
Now it's too late to comprehend
its over and it's gone
Hopefully i'll not do it again i hope it doesn't last
too long
uh...yeah
--
Rhyming isn't everything
It's the meaning behind the words
Feelings that are put there
By a writter's heart and soul
--
As i descend from grace
in mounds of undertow
i will take my place
in the great below
Bamoosecon
--
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. But my roses are wilting, my violets are dead, my sugarbowl's empty and my wrists are stained red.
--
As i descend from grace
in mounds of undertow
i will take my place
in the great below
--
As i descend from grace
in mounds of undertow
i will take my place
in the great below
--
As i descend from grace
in mounds of undertow
i will take my place
in the great below
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