We are the fallen the dropped and crawlin. We are, we are- the youth of the na-a-tion. We dream in rhymes and speak in colors. Baby close your eyes, you might just see me. Just maybe. If you really try
i WILL write today. i WILL write today. i promise. cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. (well minus the eye part unless i've already died, in which case go ahead, stick whatever you want in my eye, what do i care.)
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