Come at me
Flip yourself
There you scratch
See the grace
of a 2 ton car
when it rolls itself
Would you smoke at me
Or explode at me?
Let me in,
let me see
Who are you?
What you need?
Get her out
How it hurts
Look at all that blood
I would crawl
I would lift
but what can i do
Its my plan
what i do
But Life is too true
go away
go away
nothing left to see
can one leave?
can one stop
seeing her lie there...
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