Better
Cracked but not broken
Poison, wrote and spoken
Ripped but not torn
A child of god i was born
Not dead but numb
I pray on my knees thumb to thumb
Hoping for the streght
A boost to get me through the day
1, 2, 3 strikes and I'm out
I don't wanna do anything but sit and pout
I know I've gotta do better
The old Sam? I killed her
She ranaway left me in the dust
I broket fragment below the earth's crust
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