look at me black and call me jack for I am just a tiny old twat listening to hip hop,my scars won't match the stress on my head top,each time love is back I drop my hat,flips and flaps "i run" no strings attached, my head spins leaving my feelings in shock love left me hanging when that banging of memories came running down, my heart was taken down by love and it didn't make a sound,no warning even with my all in, for a moment I was happy taking the life of a clown now I go through life wearing a frown with a broken heart stuck on melt down,if my clock stops I'll be coming back pitch black,there is no soft spots or walls to mash just a soul smashed and tagged mismatch.....
©kamoy13
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