a song I wrote in 7th grade
Daylight bruises what darkness don’t impair
Went to catch my breath for seconds but couldn’t breathe the air
Smock of people’s lost intentions not to sin
You say you like competition because you know you win
I know I’m gonna die
But I sense a good kind of feeling everytime, every time I’m high
If you’ve got stuffed with clothes in the closet
And life in your hands
If you’ve got sober parents behind you, just like now
You’re a lucky man
Lost transmission of some senseless church of prayer
If god created good intentions, why there’s bad vibes everywhere?
Took your ...picture, took three seconds, took your time
Were there ever writings about you?
Or just me, myself and I
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