Small town, ain't too much going down,
One boy, 6 rounds,
Gonna use one to wipe away his frown,
Tired of being treated like a clown
Aims the gun up,
Fuck being put down,
*Bang*
Freshly planted bullet in his crown,
Everyone say they sorry now.
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Author:
gscrytoo (
Offline) - Published: August 10th, 2017 02:58
- Category: Sad
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