Dieing

Why do you act so tough
Why you want to be so mean
I'd love to prove you wrong
But I'm not much for trouble
I would much rather be gone
You talk about beating them up
You talk of cussing them out
You will not forgive
You would rather be dead
That you almost are
I wonder what you're trying to hide
I wonder what beat you up

By:  Roger Harkness

 
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