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MY INKED NATION ACCOUNT
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I'm Ryan. You know this from clicking on my profile.
I was a gang from the wrong side of town.
Thinking murder and lovesick drowned.
So you wanna know all about loss?
It's not the dying, it's the trying to live without the "FUCK YOU" eyes,
You're no friend of mine.
Tired of the reasons why there was no you and I.
When all I wanted to hear was "I love yous" and joy division.
These bitter moments last for years.
But that's the last time you see these england tears.
Screaming silence into bleeding ears.
Still I search for a heart on the blood covered streets.
A boy from the wrong side of life.
With bike chain anthems to settle the score.
But I would have stabbed my way through the crowds.
To fall to my knees and say "Baby, be mine please",
Then when we walked people would talk.
"There go the kids with no tomorrow".
Writing farewells in stone.
"Here lies another dead romeo".
I was so far gone.
I was better off dead.
I couldn't see the end.
My knives don't bend so you can kiss your face goodbye,
Cause it's over, a tear for every taken life.
Cried so many times but you'll never see these tears again.
It's over, can't go back on what's said.
A taste for love and death.
Like when sharks and jets meet.
I was too far gone.
