Give In To Me
Living fast,I've fallen hard.
My hands upon the wheel
that's been driving you wild.
With my grinning face
you'll start to question your space.
Give in to me.
You're blinded by the city lights.
Signs respond to life and the street starts to soon divide.
Copyright © Trent Kinds | Year Posted 2014
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