half the fun
is to plan the plan
we leave it where we started
and pick it back up again
the wonder of why
consumes us to die
if only i could fly
have a birds eye view
one foot in your shoe
the other on familiar ground
so i can turn around
when danger calls
i count my falls
rack my head, on hollow walls
it's all cowardice
accept this
you dont share
you're to scared
that's not bravery
you're pathetic, see
you're just like me
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i really like this one.
it makes me think.
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