Haley

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          I'm exceedingly sorry for your friend, I wish the best for him. He's in a place with God now.

I really like what you wrote in your profile about words.

I like MCR and P!ATD

Mama, we all go to hell
          Mama, we all go to hell
          I'm writing this letter and wishing you well
          Mama, we all go to hell
          
          Oh, well, now
          Mama, we're all gonna die
          Mama, we're all gonna die
          Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry
          Mama, we're all gonna die
          
          And when we go don't blame us, yeah
          We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah
          You made us oh, so famous
          We'll never let you go
          And when you go, don't return to me, my love
          
          Mama, we're all full of lies
          Mama, we're meant for the flies
          And right now they're building a coffin your size
          Mama, we're all full of lies
          
          Well, mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue
          You should've raised a baby girl
          I should've been a better son
          If you could coddle the infection
          They can amputate it once
          You should've been
          I could have been a better son
          
          And when we go don't blame us, yeah
          We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah
          You made us oh, so famous
          We'll never let you go
          
          She said: "You ain't no son of mine
          For what you've done they're gonna find
          A place for you
          And just you mind your manners when you go
          And when you go, don't return to me, my love"
          That's right
          
          Mama, we all go to hell
          Mama, we all go to hell
          It's really quite pleasant
          Except for the smell
          Mama, we all go to hell
          
          Two - Three - Four
          Mama! Mama! Mama! Oh!
          Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...
          
          And if you would call me a sweetheart
          I'd maybe then sing you a song
          
          But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun
          You would cry out your eyes all along
          
          We're damned after all
          Through fortune and fame we fall
          And if you can stay, then I'll show you the way
          To return from the ashes you call
          We all carry on
          When our brothers in arms are gone
          So raise your glass high
          For tomorrow we die
          And return from the ashes you call