Many a trillion times i have tried finding something when i was tracing. Mistake as if their my only choice. Frayed are my pants and trained is my stance.
Many a lives have passed me by.
Many of times ive tried to cry. But each firefly rolls down with a dry tear following after it.
So many flames that i had to take so I could consume my way back home. Although now ill never go.
Got to mesmerize
before i can rise. I have traveled. Wish i could hover. But impress myself i keep a wand. Under my sleeves. Maybe itll help me someday.
Trashed and thrashing panting from tracking. A million miles but so close. Almost to heaven. Not home alls lost distrust my own disgust so long being alone.. Almost so much for nothing but everything is wrong .We made it ours.
Never have i been there. Ive been stuck for so long been lost i thought i was first. So dry my thought cant thirst. I wana give up. But i already given my all. And its not enough to make this stop.
Trashed and thrashing panting from tracking. You left me standing and i cant take it. A million miles and so close. Almost to heaven. Almost is to much for nothing and everything is wrong .So We made it ours.
Each time i scrape. I tape it back every time the road is sticking to me. I feel me lose traction. Without a fraction of a doubt. I don't think im coming out. Im gonna fight now for the mark though. It may not be in my reach its Godspeed and thats great. So its mine to take. For heavens peace.
Trashed and thrashing panting from tracking. A million miles but so close. Almost to heaven. Almost so much for nothing but everything is wrong .We made it ours.
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