Thank You

I had to go, to another funeral today
His last words have a hold on me
I'm not sure what to think
This epitaph has no medium, there's too many to name
Don't drink but I'll pour a 40 out, just to have a chance to

Thank you
Thank you for everything

I've gotten restless, so restless
Of putting my friends to rest
I'd rather take his level action, place it right below my chest
I'd set it up, set it up straight, get ready to blow
If it meant no more of my friends, would fucking die from an over dose

Thank you
I hope it's better
Thank you
I hope you're happier



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Writer(s): The Angry Beaverz
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