untitled 143A Poem by Jake Martinforgot my place forgot my time i got a nice car but i know that it's not mine. i try my best to stand on level ground but how do i manage when there's no ground to stand on?
left me alone to my own devices i'm too scared to run cause i caused the crisis forget me, then remember me, then do it again but how do i let go of the ladder that has saved me from myself..?
i'm fighting a war and i don't know what my side is i'm running a race but i don't know what the prize is but if you can tell me just what the price is, i'll pay you all in cash and then steal away all of your sins
ohhh.... 143, bite my lip 143, i fall then i trip 143, what a cheap trick..
my martyred soul fell out of it's shell i feel stone cold, yet so full of pleasure i know what you need but not what you'd like. sometimes you run so you don't have to start a fight.... © 2009 Jake MartinFeatured Review
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