So this is it
So this is why
The reasons you tell me
They don’t seem to fly
From the beginning I felt
At the very the end
You could never start
With that closed heart
With pieces mine
We started getting bye
The moment I said hello
You took to my slide into you
Like a huffer to glue
You fell like jumper
Going for the bricks
Just one time
Self describe seeker of death
Sucking wind like it was meth
Crack ho aint got nothing on you
Pimp plays the game
You make the frame
My picture inside
Of just gettin bye
FenniganT 11-28-09
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