RIP - 7.08.88 - 7.31.05
Happy 20th birthday, Sharon.
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal.
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel.
My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up
And I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white.
They flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone.
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal.
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel.
My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up
And I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white.
They flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone.
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I know how sad it you get about her...
*hugs*
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