Patchwork
June 17, 2016
He said that slammin' saved his soul
That he had a lot of inner turmoil
And while he said I saved his life
I never accounted for that knife
Or for that knife to pass on to me
Where I had the choice, I or we?
So now I slam, hoping it will save my soul
Because I too have inner turmoil
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