With no wind beneath my wings
With no dawn to my night
Hook, line, sinker.
If I'm a shark in a lake too small
Then in the sea, I'd be the shark pulled from the water.
My nativity is all I have.
My blind faith in the future.
I'm taking ten steps forward with a bungie cord tied around my ankles. Who knows what it's tied to.
Who cares?
All I know is that;
Quelling this fear will take more than a quill.
The distilled ***** tastes better with coke.
That ups are counteracted by gravity
And that same gravity will hold me down.
What the **** am I fighting for?
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
With no wind beneath my wings
With no dawn to my night
Hook, line, sinker.
If I'm a shark in a lake too small
Then in the sea, I'd be the shark pulled from the water.
My nativity is all I have.
My blind faith in the future.
I'm taking ten steps forward with a bungie cord tied around my ankles. Who knows what it's tied to.
Who cares?
All I know is that;
Quelling this fear will take more than a quill.
The distilled ***** tastes better with coke.
That ups are counteracted by gravity
And that same gravity will hold me down.
What the **** am I fighting for?
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