Stand still, go on, just block the path
I won’t scream out, I’ll hide my wrath
I’ll stay my ire, you’ll never know
How far my stop valve wants to blow.
You’re old it’s true, you need your breath
You know? you came so close to death.
A push, a shove you’re in the road
My mirth will rise, my mind explode.
A stricken corpse on tarmac lays
You’re ignorant in many ways
But no, I’ll stop, excuse myself
And leave my anger on the shelf
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