Tired Tires
"We're all vehicles cruising down a road
Fresh quadruplets screwed on,
One for each corner
At first, the tires friction if sharp
Brighter than a sun in July
Gas on the same roads we took yesterday
The hills stay the same,
Routes never change
Overtime, the road can scrape up the tires
Every heartbreak, every tear shed,
They're just more friction and rocks,
Added onto the gravel road
Overtime, we all become worn like tires
What some people don't realize,
We need a break to trade our tires in,
For a refreshment to start a smoother ride"
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Joy Re | Year Posted 2016
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