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A Matter of RespectCurrent mood: lonely Views: 10
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A Matter of Respect
You want Respect?
I have none to spare.
So take your wounded pride
and panhandle elsewhere.
You steered the car across the median
and expected me to right it's course.
It never crossed your mind
that I might refuse life for both of us.
As the engine compresses and the glass shatters,
You'll scream, "How could you!"
As our souls leave our bodies in pieces,
I'll say, "How could I not?"
You were right about one thing,
You're never gonna win.
This was never a game to begin with.
Premise, not pride, was your original sin.
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