All they wanna do is use and make use of you,
they construct the concrete of high rise to
fill full of lies, so
when your eyes meet
the rush of the street and
jump,
take the leap
the
pounding stops.
The suicide shops,
open all day
go in with a smile and
come out with dismay.
There are six sides beside me
two sides that ride me
not one of them hide me
I died
yesterday.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 4:30 AM UTC
All they wanna do is use and make use of you,
they construct the concrete of high rise to
fill full of lies, so
when your eyes meet
the rush of the street and
jump,
take the leap
the
pounding stops.
The suicide shops,
open all day
go in with a smile and
come out with dismay.
There are six sides beside me
two sides that ride me
not one of them hide me
I died
yesterday.
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