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Cruising Along At Thirty
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November 2012 If i were to tear up for her,
that would mean i save and store her,
in my mind for times i feel,
like i need to remember something real,
i realize some things never change
once the feelings end with "i just changed",
learned more from her then any professor,
yet i'll soon regret the day i met her,
thought i was prepared, figured if slow
was the speed she desired to go,
that i was cruising along at thirty,
until she sped up to hurt me,
brick under the brake, quarter in the glove,
lead in my foot cause i'll live for love,
lights speed by and out you go,
you leaving was the last thing i would know.
