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Just Steph...
Motor Baby
Just Steph...
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Posts: 909
April 6th, 2009 at 04:06pm
Wings

I’m flying with these paper wings
Nothing in the world can stop me
But here comes the wind, to tear them to shreds
And I fall down to the ground

This time I’m wiser, I’ve built them with wood
Nothing in the world can stop me
But here comes the rain, they rot and decay
And I fall down to the ground

Look, I’ve found plastic, I’ll have another go
Nothing in the world can stop me
But here comes the sun, melts away all my fun
And I fall down to the ground

Damn, not again, let’s try with this brick
Nothing in the world can stop me
But I’m just too weary, these wings are too heavy
And I fall down to the ground

Come on, I can do this, I need metal, it’s tough
Nothing in the world can stop me
But here comes the lightening, my body is frying
I think this time it’s killed me