Array ( [sid] => 24194 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Eternal rest [time] => 2003-10-01 16:45:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => She slid out of her bedroom and tiptoed down the hall
She made it to the back door by creeping against the wall
And as she put the gun against her chest
She whispered 'Thank God, I'll finally rest'

Theres no saving her, whats done here is done
Its all to the thnks of her dads old shotgun
Some of her friends have just started to care
And it makes you wonder, 'Is God really there?'

As her stricken family and friends cry
"Why did she feel she had to die?"
"Was something wrong?" "Was it me?"
"Or was there a problem no one can see?"

Yes there was and it lay at the heart
Her trust was broken and it tore her apart
My problem, you see, is just the same
So I'm going to play at her very same game

So as I put this gun against my chest
To put myself at eternal rest
I'd like to say, this is the end
My meaning gone, goodbye my friend

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Eternal rest
Date: Wednesday, 1st October 2003 @ 04:45:00 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Bohemian_with_a_pen
She slid out of her bedroom and tiptoed down the hall
She made it to the back door by creeping against the wall
And as she put the gun against her chest
She whispered 'Thank God, I'll finally rest'

Theres no saving her, whats done here is done
Its all to the thnks of her dads old shotgun
Some of her friends have just started to care
And it makes you wonder, 'Is God really there?'

As her stricken family and friends cry
"Why did she feel she had to die?"
"Was something wrong?" "Was it me?"
"Or was there a problem no one can see?"

Yes there was and it lay at the heart
Her trust was broken and it tore her apart
My problem, you see, is just the same
So I'm going to play at her very same game

So as I put this gun against my chest
To put myself at eternal rest
I'd like to say, this is the end
My meaning gone, goodbye my friend



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