Ryan King · Nov 6, 2010
Low

Death and despair
Is all I hear
In my mind
There is no time
Life speeds on by
Pain goes by slow
The world is high
I am low

Being at the top
Is a thing of the heart
That is gone, were do I start
Were do I stop
Were do I go
What do I do?
Without you

 
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