"91% Isopropyl Alcohol, College Love"
what at a wonderful CRIME...
putting something in my colorless, flammable chemical compound
thats used to treat wounds in my home
wash my face, rub it with 91% Isopropyl Alcohol
and what a NIGHTMARE....
my face starts to TWITCH...
just like when CARS DRIVE by and blow who knows what in my face...
i thought i was crazy but when i saw a man in a business suit
like a social worker, make a HORRIBLE look on his face
i new (knew) I'm NOT CRAZY!~
but i'm sure he'll keep his mouth shut...
you see it wouldn't do one bit of good
not ones going to do one little thing to help me...
smiling faces from colleges...
have fear, have mush fear...
aka:lyricvixen
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