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(pieces of you)
My neighbors complain,but dont have a clue
The stench is so bad,its pieces of you
You tried to leave,I asked you to stay
I reached for my gun,I blew you away
They asked if you left me,I awnser its true
Down in the basement are Pieces of you
Silly as it often seams to be
When I cut you in pieces,I finally felt free
In a trash bag on the basement floor
Its coverd with flys,you old filthy whore
As time goes on ,I met someone new
One night in the basement,she found pieces of you
She screamed for help,as I pulled her hair
Her neck snaped,falling down the basement stairs
You'll never be lonly ,no matter what you do
Now there are pieces of her,next to pieces of you
Pumped Up Kicks -Hetalia-Alfred awoke that morning, and it seemed like any other. He brushed his brown hair out of his face, and dragged himself out of bed. His house was eerily silent, because as always, he was alone. His dad used to leave before he woke up and came home after he slept (And Sometimes he didn't come home at all). It was the only way to bring home the money, his father used when Alfred complained. So Alfred stopped complaining. Alfred stopped feeling. He got used to being alone.
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Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan.
He stared into the mirror, and sleepless hazel eyes looked back at him. He'd only managed 2 hours of sleep today. To say he had a lot on his mind would be an understatement. Of course, by himself, he had a lot of time to think.
He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid.
Yeah, he found a six shooter gun.
His thoughts consumed him, though over time, they had changed from one thing to another. When he