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Groupie
Join Date: Jun 2012
Posts: 4
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Hi I'm new here and will probably use this site to help with my lyrics. This song is about when I was twelve I went through a stage of being suicidal and grow sick of the world's problems, anyway here they are and please be as honest as possible.
Being twelve was the best year, Just thinking about brings me to tears, So into my memories I delve, Back to when I was twelve. Two thousand and nine, The year of my life's decline, People like me were singing the blues, Whilst this world is panicking about swine flu, South of England was being flooded, The kid who was mauled by a dog, Me thinking when will goverment see through the fog. See the world full of Brutality, Why can't they see this reality. I did have a few friends, Who will hopefully stay till the end, But they will remain nameless, So that they stay shameless, So whilst the world is laughing and crying, I will be internally dying, So I was going to end it some day, And a red puddle is where I shall lay. Being twelve was the best year, Just thinking about brings me to tears, So into my memories I delve, Back to when I was twelve. Two thousand and ten, Where do I start, The whole world was falling apart, The volcano erupting. The students rioting, What was with all the car rampaging, This world is completely changing. One day I got sick of life, So I went home and raised a knife, Nearly plunged it straight into my heart, I then thought of who played a part, I was tired of the goverment with their law, Bored of hearing the word poor, Then thought of the people who care, The people who love and share, So down went the knife, And I got on with my life. Being twelve was the best year, Just thinking about brings me to tears, So into my memories I delve, Back to when I was twelve. A week later had a fight, Then some people saw some light, That I wasn't a little ****, And pulled me out of the suicidal pit, But then someone turned to my friend, And spoke 'You should really start being nice to him'. |
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Groupie
Join Date: Jun 2012
Posts: 4
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Thank you for replying. Yeah it wasn't a good time for me. All friends turned their backs on me and basically I was bullied everyday. People think its weird because they would think me to be the last person they would expect to get to that point. Thanks again.
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