Leave me the hell alone Play the broken record behind your own eyes and see that I'm already dead Just leave it be Let this roadkill be on your hands You swore you'd always remember wiping the carcass from the windshield And scraping it out from under your wheels Be still, Your heart seeks these sick thrills, then later forgets them Running over them with ****** hands directing the blood drenched wheel
Old poem, but recreated it into something new. Also I had a little trouble with the wording on the last line, but I got it.