A Street Of Blood

My street is a street of blood when you constantly park your car right there and you’re saying you aren’t going anywhere.

My street is a street of blood when you’re knocking on my door once again, like you did many times before.

My street is a street of blood when you walk through it without any invite, and you walk into my house just like you own the place.

My street is a street of blood when you convince me to let you in,

and you’re making yourself home when you walk into my livingroom.

My street is a street of blood and I’ve already died too many times because look what you’ve done: pulling me in with millions of lies!

Song tip:

“Over You” by Reba McEntire

https://youtu.be/tLM14EtKWbA

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