Careless and Reckless

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As I escape life,

who's trying to stab me with a knife,

I run restless,

and breathless.

So much for not caring,

in a haughty manner;

I was daring,

for life to take me away...

I don't want to stay!

Take me to the beach

before I drink bleach,

I can't take this anymore,

every part of me is sore.

Take me to the ocean,

or grant me a DeLorean

I want to travel back to the past,

Let's do this fast.

I want to see her once again,

that gal with her pal;

with sorrow and pain.

‘Tis too late,

my shirt is inked with blood stain;

I fulfilled my role:

being a bait,

hooked on a net,

waiting for my death while trying to forget.

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