bang. bang. bang.
bang. bang. bang. it's over. 10 years, best friends. but you can't have the "s" with only one. and they ask why i have this ink on my back. permanent in my skin the day bang. bang. bang. it's over. because you have been my guardian angel since i was nine. that's just the day you got your wings. no. not got. were forced to take. he decided to bang. bang. bang. it's over. not your mother, sisters, brother or God. but he did. whether you wanted them or not. whether i wanted them or not. you were being given your wings. and thats why i have these wings and that day bang. bang. bang. it's over. because you were obligated to bear them too soon. but please believe i would rather have an angel without wings than bang. bang. bang. it's over.
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I write as a release. I have a thick skin. Tell it like it is.
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