Bouncing around
Report the short ride in the fast laneare u completely insane
refrain from clear pain remain and don't complain
Run ronnie run for fun
Face the music u won't lose it
Real hard happenings crash like a comet
spit after a real sick vomit
Tainted the taste in ur mouth
Going north now from the south
Touch after touch I finally feel the prick
The needle doesn't really even do the trick
How does one let himself addict
Breathing fire the dragons tongue licked
Pile of ashes
Miles of crashes
A peaceful pillow to put ur head on
So fast ur lifes gone
Poetry by cory Crook
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Written on 2009-12-05 at 03:33
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