i think i can make it or am i that stupid to believe i never assumed that i'd want to conceive promises are made and promises are kept i hope that as they begin to pave you won't have to watch me standing over my grave i'll make it don't worry bout me am i stupid?? are you smarter??? is my skull large?? thinking there's a way i could last one night i'm standing in a field my eyes covered not on the corner of clark and hubbard police staring at my jacket i'm not dealing, i attack it what you see of my name it isn't all the same and you'll know me, you will see i'll make it, you don't have to worry bout me things get out of control, they're on patrol don't worry bout me even as i fall to the ground, no more will i look around don't worry bout me i'll survive, you'll see me live don't worry bout me i believe i won't conceive so don't worry bout me don't worry bout me...Birth sign: Aries
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