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Broken Wheel
Shattered glass on the floor mats
Blood stains where you sat
The needle resting on zero
Why were you going so fast
Broken CDs litter the dash
The hood creased in half
The headlights gone to shine no more
On a bad night's aftermath
The seatbelt cut in two
What were the meds supposed to do
Pulse beating slowly, then slower
In seconds your conscious left you
What were you thinking
Besides what a stupid decision you made
What about "tomorrow we'll hang"
Or your last "peace out, Rick James"
Today, I saw the death of you
You couldn't imagine how it made me feel
The bloody handprint left on the seat
And the broken steering wheel
