Crushed
Exactly
Who i am
shatterd glasses
swept away on the late pm
crushed like
ice in a
glass to help
shelter the grapes
i help make
your grade a wine
so premium
crushed like my
first love
it didn't turn out fine
thats why
i'm on my last dimed
crushed like rocks
and concrete
at an construction
site
crushed like
the love i got for you
Copyright © Frederick Smith | Year Posted 2005
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