The crutch of my heel cannot feel,
as i walk it bleeds, and free my needs
The crutch of my heel bends,
and tends to fend, within him,
The crutch of my steel heel,
am i a reel of peel,
I bleed because of my crutch clutch,
witch can not heal,
And thy that seoul,
my crutch heel can now feel,
My crutch heel can now heal,
and now thy don't steel,
My crutch heel does not peel,
cause i understand how it feel.
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I DONT LIKE IT BUT I LOVE IT ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !