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We had these hardwood floors when you were little.
Active, always active. So energetic. You were so strong.
You would push the furniture around across these floors.
You never played with toys. It was always the furniture.
And how many times did I ask you to stop it with furniture?
But you wouldn't stop.
You wouldn't stop.
Maybe jail's the best thing for you, my boy.
«I wanna be a lot ofthings, so much
pent up inside of me, I wanna be stronger,
too long I've sat here undecidedly
Planning strategy, half of me knows
it's all just a fallacy
Failing miserably, drastically
and then I crash dramatically
Into a wall
I've hit a hundred times before
AndyetI still ignore the dark
red blood stains on the floor
And I'm back in front of you,Lord, with blood on the floor
Is the blood mine or yours?
Don't wanna do this anymore»
»Cercasi
