reality you left behind

for crime one of a kind your ruined part you left behind now you stop its to late as a hair is what you droped you hide but for what you have a scent revers you stop on the run wheres your plaster now too much but still run faster flash of a cemera they have your picture blood and swet now theyve nickted ya.......... remember when you commit a crime allways have all your dna covered up.