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Story of the thoughts goin thrift dyin guys head


Submitted:Dec 12, 2010    Reads: 56    Comments: 5    Likes: 0   


I lay paraluzed I look into the medics eyes. All of working its quarter of nine. Only no where I am. Can't remember what happened. My lips are numb and sore. I hear someane say is the driver okay.

Chorus My heart is bleeding out. All the doctors working around the clock maybe I just wanna give up. Throw the towel an watch them pin up my body bag. Leave me alone I don't want this pain. Following me Forever but first starting today. My soul To save.I need some medicate to kill my past Shame. Ican't believe this happened to me. I always dreamed and I was full of life. Strong enough with a will to survive. I think this accident has accomplished in swallowing my last breathe. Didn't predict that i would come to this. Each time pulse is slows down. I fell

Chorus My heart bleeding out. All the doctors working around the clock maybe I just wanna give up. Leave me alone I don't want this pain. Following me Forever but first starting today. My soul To save. Ineed some medicate to kill my past Shame. It's kinda funny I would pretend that I was invincible. And death could Neva find my place. But lying here in this hospital bed. Staring at panels above my head. I wonder If soon I'll will see the light. Maybe that's just a myth. But truth is life is to full of ifs... As I remain dying Folio Star All Rights Reserved.





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