The Bullet Is In Her Brain, by LaShawnna Subscribe to rss feed for LaShawnna

Its all because of you, you let her feel alone, and now
she's goine.Thanks to you she lost her life, she wanted
people to understand, but they wouldn't take the time to
they thought to themselves "Oh she'll be alright." but even
you wouldn't take the time to care, and she cared for you
more than you'll ever know.She thought you'd care if she
lived or died but the truth is you didn't care enough to
help her, so as she takes the gun tonight, she crys because
she really doens't want to die.But this is her last resort
she puts the gun to her head, and weeps she thinks one last
thought that just happens to be about you, and she pulls the
trigger, now the bullet is in her brain. 
Posted: 2005-10-30 15:53:11 UTC

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