‎Saturday, ‎September ‎06, ‎2014

Go try a living, start everything new
But its easy to say, I thought u knew?
Stubborn or emotional attached fool
But aren’t you the one to call me, yet you do
Never owning the taxi that leads me for my unseen view
Or enough coins to pay my dusty tomorrow noon
Why is it hard, when does this poison drink me soon
But maybe it was only the line you dropped in rush
That cares me for my time to let me curse
In dust or out of lust, you slide through my lungs.


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