phillip dalsing - when

when will destiny take me from this craule earth
i can't stand living hear old ladies getting jack for there purse
all my love ones ending up in the back of a hurse
i want to be the person to ride insleep
to never open my eyes to weep
weeping is so painful to me
i always start to remember that bad memorys
my mom is dieing from hept-c
damn she wont even be able to see me get a degree
it hurt to know your parents are drug addicts
getting tookin from them because of there bad habit
some call it a habit i call it a diesease
when will a bullet come and pierce my heart like a bee sting
when god, am i talking to the wrong person
is it destiny are you who can end my life for me
let me know in a sign
i will answer you with my crys
from a gun bullet killing me right between the eyes
so when destiny well you end my miserable fucking life
when come on do it now stop making me wait around
i'm tired of seeing loved ones put in the ground take my life
and i well never regret it
so do it bitch do it now im tired of waiting around.
when will destiny end this shit?

phillip dalsing

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