fear comes inside
when you decide
where's it now?
what's it for?
i was
i collected roses along the asphalt way
they were thorns
i drove
she makes you fall every day
and the moment you die
she
welcome to "nowhere"
where all days are ok
tuesday, friday and saturday
you
thin, pleasing as a pear-tree
interested in everyone
"well, what's your name?
i
you think you are another guy
you're growing tall
you're growing up..
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