Confronted, I'm helpless.
Running, I'm breathless.
My body's just a skeleton with a coat of human skin. I freeze and my knees, they turn to gelatin.
And if I can't defend her,
I'd just have to befriend her.
Until .... No....
If..
I can become a man, that keeps his knees and his upper lip, stiff.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
Confronted, I'm helpless.
Running, I'm breathless.
My body's just a skeleton with a coat of human skin. I freeze and my knees, they turn to gelatin.
And if I can't defend her,
I'd just have to befriend her.
Until .... No....
If..
I can become a man, that keeps his knees and his upper lip, stiff.
I wrote this when I was an embarrassing 15 and seven months year old, as apposed to an embarrassing 15 and eleven months year old.
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