descension of pace
is she breathing
she is not breathing
down, down, down
working like an ice cream man
paid to fatten children's play
asphalt consecutive
we don't come to change
don't leave to find way
its obligation, the look on
saddened faces
telling us when to split
with no way to ask
when i've had enough
my legs kept running, my legs kept running
pierce the eyes in my head
am i breathing
i am not breathing
don't know you and i never will
i can never fight you
don't want to win.
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