The Chronicles of memory Avenue.
Everyday you walk down that street, taking advantage of the path it leads you towards.
When you walk down that road why don't you look where you're stepping? For all you know you could be stepping in spit left by a sick child.
Or blood from a fight only weeks before.
Or some gum left by some chick who's too lazy to go find a garbage can.
Maybe your stepping on that rock that caused that little girls boke to crash. Or maybe a couple broke up and the tears of a depressed young teenager dropped on the pavement your feet are touching.
You may even be walking were a corpse once lay.
I want you to promise me you'll think of all this while you take your daily stroll.
But of course I should remember you'd never promise me anything. Your latest victim has the scars to prove that.
When you walk down that road why don't you look where you're stepping? For all you know you could be stepping in spit left by a sick child.
Or blood from a fight only weeks before.
Or some gum left by some chick who's too lazy to go find a garbage can.
Maybe your stepping on that rock that caused that little girls boke to crash. Or maybe a couple broke up and the tears of a depressed young teenager dropped on the pavement your feet are touching.
You may even be walking were a corpse once lay.
I want you to promise me you'll think of all this while you take your daily stroll.
But of course I should remember you'd never promise me anything. Your latest victim has the scars to prove that.