.Ive become a cold case
Bruised and black
Laying on a table with my eyes rolled back
A husband for dear Doe, Jane
I used to fit in your arms like a book in a shelf
Now i sit on the floor telling jokes to myself
I hope I dont become a good boy slow and strong
Minding my ma.
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