.I grew up with a scorpion behind me
Sting in my rib-cage, the moment I drew air>
Within his means there was nothing he denied me
But nothing was all we'd ever share
I couldn't be a model son
Models have no self-motivation
They ride little trains on endless tracks
I ha.
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