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Your unhappy I can tell
I watched you kiss those bullet shells
You let your fingers roll right over that trigger
And release the casings into yourself
Making you another obituary in the paper
The crime scene shows
The chalk lines sprayed out
Like the matching graffiti on the wall
You look so peaceful and serene
But youre eyes are wide openbloodshot
It seems like your comatose
But youre eyes are wide openbloodshot
It seems like your comatose
After wards I kicked stones in the gutters in the road
Knowing knowing, knowing your not going to come back
The crime scene shows
The chalk lines sprayed out
Like the matching graffiti on the wall