I can not afford clean x !
I can not afford to blow my nose
Sometimes it hurts just to breath
Seeing someone smoke is like
Having sandpaper on my lungs
I don't count the stars up above
Waiting for you to come home at night any more
There is nothing I wouldn't do for you
Life is a tool don't waste it my little one
I am on a bike trail to your heart
Even if I don't know where you are
No body drowns in sweat
So I will keep riding to get closer to you
By Brock
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