Will taylor
Pope
Ice you feel very nice
Pressed up agents my skin
As the plastic bends
My bones break again
Pressed up agents my skin
As the plastic bends
My bones break again
Well my insides are twisted up
I must have been made from the wrong stuff
Well my body isn’t like yours
So you would probably just get bored
Glass lodged in my spine
Rips a hole in my side
As the tires slide
I close my eyes
I want to be a thought in your head
Not a memory or a distant friend
Well my body isn’t like yours
So you’d probably just get board
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