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One Gun, Two Graves

Bullets in your back
Bullets in your head
Bullets in you bitch
Until your fucking dead.
Your mutilated corpse
dropping to the ground
should be the only part of you
that should ever make a sound.
Sewn your mouth shut
you will never speak again.
Your beautiful wrists cut
and now your fucking dead.
Now I bury you in dirt
six feet deep
but you still hurt.
The memories of you
replaying in my head
makes me realize
that its my turn to be dead.
Dig my own grave
Stand in the muddy pit
Put the bloody gun to my head
And I am dead with one hit.
Written by mcr4everyoung
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