In any second she's ready to die,
Grab the knife, peel her sin, and watch her cry,
Most days she never knows, whether to stay or whether to go.
Cross the street and don't listen to a beeper,
The only remains are a size 9 sneaker,
Lost and confused they wondered where she went
Not knowing her mind had already checked out and lost the rent.
One year goes by and they're sad,
They think of every day they've spent and why it went bad.
Well I'll tell you now and sooner than later
Check on the ones you love, near, far, and even off the radar
because you'll never know if they coming soon or leaving later
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 3:07 AM UTC
In any second she's ready to die,
Grab the knife, peel her sin, and watch her cry,
Most days she never knows, whether to stay or whether to go.
Cross the street and don't listen to a beeper,
The only remains are a size 9 sneaker,
Lost and confused they wondered where she went
Not knowing her mind had already checked out and lost the rent.
One year goes by and they're sad,
They think of every day they've spent and why it went bad.
Well I'll tell you now and sooner than later
Check on the ones you love, near, far, and even off the radar
because you'll never know if they coming soon or leaving later
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