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Fast pace down the one way which is the wrong street
lies, manipulations and deceit
Front seat, pedal to the metal, brakes go out,
head first through the windshield, thrown helplessly into the dead sea
For a brief moment turned it into the red sea
Waters drowns out the blood leaks
looking to be rescued but the cuts are too deep
Steady going under because the mind sleeps
Peeking through bubbles but the breaths weak
It's been a rough week, emotions running your life like it's own personal track meet
Now Can you catch me before I wreck me?!
That's song that played 100 times in my head before the aforementioned trajedy.
