kissing dirt again
heels up in the air
and theyres a certain aroma
clouding the halls up the stairs
My choices
are mine
theyre not to be judged
passed down the bar
and drunk by strangers
I live
for reasons I believe
I live
for chances I havnt seen
Ive thrown my money in the trash
but time has to be my own
time has to choose its course

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