little me.
The world so sharp.
The ghosts at night and the dishonesty in your smile.
The big bright nothing attracting the crowds with light and music.
They would think i was hot on my first few.
They would think such great things of me.
Then before you know it I´m down like some trapped animal and they...
Think Ill of me and with the rifle they want to end me.
Well fair enough and keep that fore finger on the trigger.
See you soon as you...
think ill of me.
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