Name: 1969 My best friend left me just to hang out with one guy, if there was a gun to my head I couldn't you why. I just loved when we would sit and I could stare at her different color eyes. But whatever, I will never forget you, or will I? Why did you do that, leave me, go ahead find someone else you are 99% fat and 1% human, go die and go lie that your life is so great. My brain will decide your fate (or mine) Cobain antics going on in my head, make sure you got the detergent beacuse my bed is gonna be blood red. What a Suicidal Era I'm in, guess I'm gonna be in it forever when I die, tie a knot in that rope. go buy a shotgun. Go hang, like the clothes outside like we're in 1869.