Burn the bridge Crossing to the other side Strike a match Strike a new Cut the rope who could have knew Pull the cord
By Marc McAlister7 years ago in Poets
It's the changing of the seasons I'm sure you have your reasons you have now committed treason my world is without reason
it's a rat race can I keep up the pace just look at my face you can see the disgrace so fearfully in place but that's not the case
I need some substance reluctantly ready trying to keep my hand steady my body now feels heavy in two minutes flat I am prepared to flatline