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Jul 2013
One touch one pull of the door to my car
I'm diggin deeper as I slide up to see
It's hard to tell when your in the driver seat

What went wrong and why pick you
A life is gone
Weird what drugs make you do
What have I done

Ten years or maybe more
You slam, you scream out through the door
An empty hole tht you have dug
From the palms of your hands

You treat them as toys as I they are small
Swing it around like a rag doll

Was it pain or was it fate
That made you turn the key to on
Slow down, life can wait
Maybe you wouldn't be gone
Don't be irate

What went wrong and why pick you
A life is gone
Weird what drugs make you do
What have I done
What have I done

And like a spark to gas
You ended your life
Your final gasp

from that smoke came alot more tar
Clogged every sight that seemed to far
From the door of your car

I guess no one could see
But it's hard when it's you
In the driver seat

What have I done
Adam Schwab
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Adam Schwab  Springfield, MO
(Springfield, MO)   
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