My mind's a blank, with visions of me slumping out the door,
With a broken heart smashed to the core.
I strive to be free from this tragic pain I'm in.
But the harder I try, This battle I'm least likely to win.
A battle of blood, a battle of gore.
Like an eagle fighting for his freedom, waiting to soar,
These chains that hold us together, are the ones that tear us apart.
But before we get to finish. We need to first start,
And just maybe then we can begin to win. The fight for life, and when there's nothing left, the end.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
My mind's a blank, with visions of me slumping out the door,
With a broken heart smashed to the core.
I strive to be free from this tragic pain I'm in.
But the harder I try, This battle I'm least likely to win.
A battle of blood, a battle of gore.
Like an eagle fighting for his freedom, waiting to soar,
These chains that hold us together, are the ones that tear us apart.
But before we get to finish. We need to first start,
And just maybe then we can begin to win. The fight for life, and when there's nothing left, the end.
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