Wooden Swings and Bruised Bones
By: Kris Harris
I sat on the swing thinking about how things might have not been the same
But you had to go do what you did, force yourself upon me
Hit me, beat me, let the blood drain
Create these wounds for everyone to see
You made me take the fall
You wouldnt stop
You had no care at all
All my pain, was wiped away by one pop
I pointed it towards you,
it was the end of your fun
the loud pop
was the sound of the gun
[YOUR LIFE IS DONE]
Chorus:
I sit on this swing everyday
Thinking about you
As the chair sways
I think of what to do
It was only the other day
48 hours
Since i took your life away
Your guilt filled towers
I finally did this deed of killing
Your blood covers the floor
For so long, i was willing
Shot you, burned you to the core
It felt amazing
Your finally gone
Finish the task i've been craving
Its all done
(chorus)
You made me take the fall
You wouldnt stop
You had no care at all
All my pain, was wiped away by one pop
I pointed it towards you,
it was the end of your fun
the loud pop
was the sound of the gun
[YOUR LIFE IS DONE]
Friday, May 16, 2008
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