You tripped out of your car
You rolled across the road
Didn’t know what your eyes could see
Your balance let you free.
You’re waiting for someone to pick you up
While waiting you became a part of the road
You let people drive over you
And poison you with car smoke.
You blame the slippery road
You blame your worn out shoes
The truth remains that you fell
But instead of standing up you sue.
Don’t blame the shoes you walk in
Blame the feet walking in them.
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