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(i need to have a longer artical so... lalalalalalalalalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)
Rebecca Roll: 781-452-2079
Psychiatric Hotline: 973-409-3277
Santa Hotline (Not for Kids!): 772-257-4661
It Could Always Suck More!: 401-992-4050
Bad Breath Notification Number: 631-960-7187
The "Make It 18" Hotline: 772-257-4488
The "Human Resources" Hotline: 786-837-9893
Marijuana Legalization Line: 781-452-0647
How To Keep an Idiot Entertained: 401-285-0696
Outsource-A-Friendship To India: 267-436-5128
(i need to have a longer artical so... lalalalalalalalalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)
Rebecca Roll: 781-452-2079
He came to school with a gun
All the kids would shout and run
Screaming crying blood and tears
Would be all he could hear in his ears
Blasts of bullets filled the sky
As one after the other they all fell dead
The one holding the weapon began to scream
Floods of tears ran down his face
As the end of the moto arm closed the space
Pointing its tip to his head
As cover the eyes from the dead
In one bang he was dead
Many kids looked around
Dead teenagers all around
Not many people had cared for him
They were happy to make fun of him
they were happy to throw things at him
in the end of this mess
the mess that brought life and death
as the sky began to rain
i ask
wasn't he the one in pain?!
All the kids would shout and run
Screaming crying blood and tears
Would be all he could hear in his ears
Blasts of bullets filled the sky
As one after the other they all fell dead
The one holding the weapon began to scream
Floods of tears ran down his face
As the end of the moto arm closed the space
Pointing its tip to his head
As cover the eyes from the dead
In one bang he was dead
Many kids looked around
Dead teenagers all around
Not many people had cared for him
They were happy to make fun of him
they were happy to throw things at him
in the end of this mess
the mess that brought life and death
as the sky began to rain
i ask
wasn't he the one in pain?!