I ponder of something great, my lungs will fill and then deflate
They fill with fire, exhale desire
I know it's dire, my time today
I have these thoughts so often, I ought to replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody چرا لیا, چوری کی my car radio
And now I just sit in silence
Sometimes, quiet is violent
I find it hard to hide it, my pride is no longer inside
It's on my sleeve, my skin will scream
Reminding me of who I killed inside my dream
I hate this car that I'm driving
There's no hiding for me
I'm forced to deal with what I feel, there is no distraction to mask what is real
I could pull the steering...
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