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I step back three paces,
Looking at my deed,
Blood drip down to my laces,
It was all out of greed.
Crimson blood on my hands,
I feel dirty and dead,
I have never killed man,
Now I have I am scared.

Drop my blade and run.
I find my never used gun.
I step outside to the sun.
I did it just for fun.
Hold it to my head.
This I have always did dread.
Nothing lies for me ahead.
so as I said...
BANG.
Cold lead runs through.
My question is who,
Would want me as a friend,
So I say it again.
Life still runs through me.
I'm not even dead.
I wished someone would kill me.
So as I said...
BANG