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I’ve lost my prized possession
All due to my ambition
So determined and naive
Been hurt but now I’m aching
I feel myself withering away
My state of peace quickly became into fear
So high up in my freedom
But I guess I got too safe
What I once thought was my escape was my downfall
Took something and ruined it
Now I’m sitting with the ashes of my beloved
Wishing the wings didn’t get the best of me
Wish my thoughts didn’t get control of me
I would be alive instead of being in these flames
The flames of the fire I started
I’ve got fourth-degree burns all over my body
Now I’m drowning in thoughts of regret
Wish I never flew too close to the sun
Now I’m an angel on fire
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Arthy
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