We were invincible.
It was us against the world, remember?
I'd get the maps, you'd have the escape route.
I'd get the car, you'd get the loot.
We'd split the cash, I'll fix the accounts.
We were invincible.
I thought it was us against the world.
You called the shots, I took the aim.
You called it quits, but I wanted the same.
So you point the finger, and I took all the blame.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
