Oh god, like summer rain,
Sucked in the earth or evaporated,
Just don't return again,
Take with you all the bad, awful mistakes,
That weigh me down like bricks,
Better a box with no holes for a home,
Than one more feeling of shit I can't fix,
Strip me of clothing, if it means no shame,
May as well take the skin,
Let the blood flow away and crush the bones,
So I can re-begin,
Not say a word,
Assemble my body,
Truly know how it works ere using it,
So poor driving don't make it seem shoddy.
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