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cobain

suicide in my head
heroin hasnt left me dead..
life aint worth what ive been through
dont say it isnt true

wow... nirvana... number 'one'
that wasnt the intent (wheres my gun)
i tried to make a point.. no one listened to my view

no matter what i make.. the groupies will follow me
they dont understand what i see
the pain i feel... it burns my inside
im just hanging in for a little ride

i burnt out long ago
no one will let me take it slow
they treat my like im some fucking god
but im just on my way to hell...

someway i feel i cant turn back
maybe i should o.d. on 'nother dime pack
why do they care, what do they see?
im a not a role model.. but thats what they're makin me to be

cant take this shit anymore
my blood is splattered on this floor
looking at it arrouses my soul
i have finished with my role
shotgun blast to my fucking head
blasted my brains out... joy at least.. im finally dead


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the dark half... die literature..
rest in peace my friend.. i feel your pain.. i know how you feel..
wrote april 8, 1994...  the day of kurt cobains death