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C At last the winter's come Dmhe wears his gloves he's rFiding on his Cbike and tryingG hard to not get lost he doeCsn't recognise the streets Dmno familiar place ButF as a car rams Chim off Gthe streetsC head first, behind the wheel he sees a face his haDmnds tighten their grip but Fthere's no usCe in holdiGng on to Cthat damn bike while he makes a double flip througDmh the window of a store the Fsplintered CglassG cuts throFugh his clothes and skin before he lands face down on the floor
he opens up his eyes the walls are white Apart from the beating in the temples of his head he kinda feels alright and as he pulls himself up his heart skips a beat there's blood on his blanket, but he's scared of what's underneath he tries to kick the blanket off the bed but there's no movement underneath them as he feels the beating stronger in his head the nurse runs in And as shee empties a syringe in the IV he feels the world begin to spin
EmHave you Amever tried to remember a dream or a Dmface in your Gsleep, well it's hard Gbut somehow he pulled it off EmNow he's Amforever attatched to a chair but reDmvenge wiGll be sweet, so you better start to run
You're almost late for work, you grab your coat and when you try to grab the doorhandle you feel a bullet being shot right in your throat You turn around and as you gasp for air you recognise the face of a man sitting smiling in his chair You try to stop the bleeding with your hand, but there's no use in trying to stop one hole from bleeding when it drips out the other end you're losing sight and while you regret the hit and run from years ago the man softly says goodnight he softly said goodnight this is the end, goodnight.