Just one sip to recall the memories back into view
My liver may be constructed better than others,
It works with the ambience of the dark days
It rekindles the holes in my life, brings forward the words to express
A valiant attempt at understanding the wild ones, who beat their own hearts
A somber tune of regret and footprints never-ending
Seems the best decision is to continue on this road where the lights dim every hour
Some kind of vagabond following the stars to find something worth finding
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 9:25 PM UTC
Just one sip to recall the memories back into view
My liver may be constructed better than others,
It works with the ambience of the dark days
It rekindles the holes in my life, brings forward the words to express
A valiant attempt at understanding the wild ones, who beat their own hearts
A somber tune of regret and footprints never-ending
Seems the best decision is to continue on this road where the lights dim every hour
Some kind of vagabond following the stars to find something worth finding
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