Piles of sheets thrown on the florr
Soul raped right down to the core,
I am nothing but words mixed in a dance for eternity
And I hate your hair today
The shoe laces are tied,
a mix, a mash
and the tape keeps playing the same song,
different rhythm, different rhymes
Your style, it does things to me,
I guess I can tell you that much
Maybe I will,
Maybe I'll keep it safe,
Words said together meaning nothing at all
'cause to you, I'm nothing but vowels and capital letters.
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