All alone
The seed was sewn
The **** has grown
Close to the bone
I've been dethroned
Turned to sandstone
Watch me crumble
Everything I bumble
So very humble
Everything I fumble
I just mumble
My thoughts are jumbled
My mind is cracked
There's no coming back
I'm afraid I slacked
So much I lack
A joker not a jack
A punch in the back
No wings, can't fly
Only look at the sky
Soulless eyes
Slowly dies
No tears to cry
Into the pan to fry
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 12:15 AM UTC
All alone
The seed was sewn
The **** has grown
Close to the bone
I've been dethroned
Turned to sandstone
Watch me crumble
Everything I bumble
So very humble
Everything I fumble
I just mumble
My thoughts are jumbled
My mind is cracked
There's no coming back
I'm afraid I slacked
So much I lack
A joker not a jack
A punch in the back
No wings, can't fly
Only look at the sky
Soulless eyes
Slowly dies
No tears to cry
Into the pan to fry
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