Addrinalin
Whats this thing i feel in my blood.
This rush of something making me say what.
This feeling of addrenlin.
Rushing from my up to my grin.
Heart racing and eyes that keep up.
This things that makes my blood speed isnt corrupt
This stuff that makes my constions rough.
This is the stuff.
Copyright © Zach Kindell | Year Posted 2012
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