Put down that gun boy
Don’t blow your life away
We’re going to need you
Make it through the day
They put it to you
They put it in your head
Made you believe that
You’d be better off dead
But don’t break the heart of your child
Don’t let the fear drive you wild
We lost the love of a man
I was proud to know
They locked you down boy
Made you grieve alone
Turn off the tv
Throw your phone away
Don’t you remember
What your daddy used to say
Don’t break the heart of your child
Don’t let your fear drive you wild
The pain you’re feeling
Cuts me to the bone
I’m right there with you boy
You’ll never be alone
There’s someone else here
Someone who can’t complain
She don’t know if you’ll be
Coming home again
Don’t break the heart of this child
Don’t let your tears drive you wild
Don’t break the heart of your child
Don’t let your tears drive you wild
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Steven King once said….”The secret to my writing is that I have the heart of a child…..and its in a jar on my writing desk.”
s. king is a collectivist elitiist cunt who cares what he said