Sniper fire
I live like a fortress
like a petal in the wind
like a piece of hair between your fingers.
I was that passenger
crying on the bus
after he threw me
in sniper fire
loving.
I live like a fortress
like a petal in the wind
like a piece of hair between your fingers.
I was that passenger
crying on the bus
after he threw me
in sniper fire
loving.
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