kindredguitar

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i m gonna be some body one of these days
I'm gonna break these chains and throw em away
throw away my past and build up some steam
im going to get off my ass and find me a a skeem
open my eyes..wipe away the cold sleep
swim up high before i go in too deep
throw up my hands and reach up high
arch my head back and scream at the sky...
aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....

What?s to like in this World of hurt and pain?
So many questions are going through my brain?
Why do we live if were only going to die?
What good can come of a life, that only makes me cryyyyyyyyyyy?

maybe its suicide that keeps me away
sometimes i just think ..why do i stay
run away run away like a little boy
im going to treat my life like its a brand new toy
play with it awhile then throw it away used
look up to the heavens and ask if i'm excused
throw my hands up into the air
and ask gawd with an evil glare
why why whyyyyyy...

What?s to like in this World of hurt and pain?
So many questions are going through my brain?
Why do we live if were only going to die?
What good can come of a life, that only makes me cryyyyyyyyyyy?

What?s to like in this World of hurt and pain?
So many questions are going through my brain?
Why do we live if were only going to die?
What good can come of a life, that only makes me cryyyyyyyyyyy?

maybe its suicide that keeps me away
sometimes i just think ..why do i stay
run away run away like a little boy
im going to treat my life like its a brand new toy
play with it awhile then throw it away used
look up to the heavens and ask if i'm excused
throw my hands up into the air
and ask gawd with an evil glare
why why whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...

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AnonymousAnonymousover 20 years ago
This reads like,,,,,

lyrics. It's waiting for the unplugged guitar. Well done.

The eccentric spelling suits the style.

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