I Am Still Willing To Be Your Ride
Hide and seek the darkness, concealed tightly within my light
Deeply veiled my calling card, invisible the ink with which I write
Love's not all lost, carrying you with me, please hold on
It's spawned, not neglecting, what I've held is not gone
Orange was never meant to be your color
Replacing you, there will be no other
There's nowhere to hide I will not leave your side
Open your third eye, just swallow your pride
Live, or die, I am still willing to be your ride
The cell to which I live in is three feet wide
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