Wood
I could not go on with no wood under feet.
No wheels and no trucks is my fear I believe.
The feeling you get when you land that cool trick
Is better than getting that hard to reach itch.
My life has been you and only you
Since 2002 my love has been true.
Youve given me friends and youve made me draw blood
But still through it all your my only true love.
Not a human or soul that can keep me complete
But oh when i roll with my board under feet,
Till i take my last step and can no longer breathe
A skateboard in hand is all that i need
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