zip it up n carry it away. luv has finally died here today. theres a free man walkin with his head up tonight. knowin he carried it without beggin for time. trippin n windin up back beneath the bottom of the heart. nah, he woke the fuck n burried the cards. no more games of wonder in the eyes that blinded his sight. not into another moment of doin time. on the run went that trust when he needed it the most. jus got sick of the same ol shit n wound up ghost. the zippers on the move. bagged as the toe tag is cut loose. no memory is best callin for a truce. seems a friend jus couldnt show up to prove truths.