Smoke goes up, drinks go down. Ain't gonna stop till I'm damn near drown. I'll pay tomorrow with a head that pounds. But as for now let's just get lost and found.
I say goodbye to all my friends
for I will be leaving them tonight
My voice it is expressionless
but my heart is filled with fright
I load the chamber of my gun
I make sure it's nice and clean
I oil it it's in perfet form
my friend, my death machine
I place the gun to my head
My vison it goes blind
It is to late to turn back now
Even though I've changed my mind
Author's Footnote: This is actually really old. I wrote this in middle school after watching Dead Poets Society and turned it in as an assignment. My teacher responded by call the police and sending them to my house.
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