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A take on the walks of life |
| tired footsteps designed for new depths shorter and shorter breaths cold air rushing through your veins skin covered by stains, andrenaline in your brain open game no shame fighting for fame just yourself to blame what do you feel now? burning passion a different fashion in a ghetto or a mansion heartrate dashing fingernails slashing open the skin new deffinition of sin what do you feel now? all alone darkness enclose cheap flimsy clothes begging for some and taking the rest can't lay down and rest lest the cold comes and your life it takes no one's world shakes cause all that's seen is mistakes don't remember the once pretty face beat you in the wallet arms-race and now spit in your face what do you feel now? |