Your family has betrayed
Your friends have strayed
Remember, your spirit is bulletproof
Your heart starts to fade
There's no first aid
Remember, your spirit is bulletproof
Oh, man, you've been made
You reach for the razor blade
Remember, your spirit is bulletproof
These are my expressions of the memories that I keep. These things happened long ago but still make me weep. Some poems cut deep, but Life's not always a bleep.
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