I can go for a walk.
Cause we never talk.
So I’ll go for a stroll.
And forget about my role.
A desperate man I play.
And a bad one I slay.
But in the end.
It never bends.
It stays the same.
Just so damn lame.
It’s all can.
Just to be a man.
I think it’s over.
Before being called by the rover.
It never ends.
Shit it doesn’t even bend.
So what?
It's like a punch to the gut.
I can go for a walk.
Cause we never talk.
So I’ll go for a stroll.
To forget about my role.
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