got out of my house
i walked down the street
saw some pretty face
that made me feel at ease
it was morning
it was noon
it was late late night
i still waited for you
i cant hear myself
in the crowded street
cant see no more
what is good for me
but i still move on
just to catch your breeze
the way you flirt
the way you kill
the way hurt me
you make me feel weak
way your motion
sets me free
but it just an illusion
that i didn’t foresee
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