Hit and Run

Crossed the street this Friday;
I didn’t hear them say
telling me to get out of the way.
The warnings cried
I didn’t hear,
with the music blaring in my ears,
half of a half-life cut my years.
The mirror said I’d die today.

Metal crashes in my side
to the street, while others collide.
I’m broken from my stride.
The onlookers cry
and I didn’t hear,
with the music blaring in my ears.
Half of a half-life cut my years;
this morning I said I’ll die today.

I fly
as the fog passes by–
Someone tell me this is a lie.
I’ve never been so afraid alone
now I hear the hums and drones;
The media speaks of me,
While broken I’m unable to see.
With the music blaring in my ears,
half of a half-life cut my years.
They say I died today.

Blood scattered across the pavement.
Cracked my skull on the cement.
Fools asking me if I’m okay.
Maybe some other day.
But I can’t reply
so I sigh.
It hurts to fall,
and even more to die.
With the whispers in my ears,
I’ll see no more years;
Telling me I’ll die today.
Telling me I’ll…

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