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They all pretend they know.
They all pretend they know what's it's like to lose someone.
When God picks them up to go.

I know they know.
But not like I do.
They weren't told as an 11 year old that their cousin had fallen
That all the times
People would be callin
To give their condulliences 
But still it's no help
No one can change
How that bullet felt
During my cousin last breath
Where she prayed to survive
I guess god just knew
That she'd have to close her eyes
To find happiness 
Apart from her hard life
Who knows how many times she'd already held the knife 
But now it's taken care of
Thanks to that guy
Who go to Santa Fe high school
Doesn't care whose families would cry 
Spending the rest of their lives wiping their eyes
Cause they don't want her to see
From up there
How much we wish she wasn't gone
Cause then she'll be scared
Scared of what we'll do
Now that she's done
All thanks to the guy 
Who held the gun
In the school classroom 
Where there was no where to run.