My days are going
My end is coming
My thoughts are flowing
My days are going
It piss me off to think how everything change so quickly
and how it hurts me so deeply
That's why my heart became a gypsy
Jumping and running away a little tipsy
The fake is a fate
You had spit on my plate
and left me feeling unsafe
with no gun and no gate
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