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I sit here and wait
trying to find our fate
feeling the pain
as the cloud cries rain
holding myself together
as I watch the weather
blow our chances away
my hopes were up today
as my heart drops
while we sit with the cops
explaining what we have done
to the car in the covered sun
people are there
but there’s no heart beats here
staring at what we have done
killing a family and their son
the gilt tares at me
I could of stopped paying your fee
but I paid for every drink you consumed
not caring what I assumed
I could of stopped it all
but I didn’t make the call
to the bright yellow taxi
with the handles that were quite sappy
with a driver who had no fear
of a drunk and his dear
I sit up in bed
as the worst I dread
but its only a dream
wishing I could of seen
the day before I stared at what we have done
to the family and their son