For days I'm forced to travel with a mind full of sorrows to call my own,
Through the night I choose to linger with a spirit full of eager and hopefulness to journey home, I'll journey home
The danger is in my hands.
the danger is at the end of my cigarette.
the danger is in my head,
the thought am I better off dead
For years I've walked in shadows, like a wise man I chose to follow the setting sun through the great unknown
I've never been scared of death, but now as it slightly burns and haunts my breath I have a new respect for life and it's endless sorrows
Death as my enemy I'll keep close my dear friend Letting go is never easy
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
For days I'm forced to travel with a mind full of sorrows to call my own,
Through the night I choose to linger with a spirit full of eager and hopefulness to journey home, I'll journey home
The danger is in my hands.
the danger is at the end of my cigarette.
the danger is in my head,
the thought am I better off dead
For years I've walked in shadows, like a wise man I chose to follow the setting sun through the great unknown
I've never been scared of death, but now as it slightly burns and haunts my breath I have a new respect for life and it's endless sorrows
Death as my enemy I'll keep close my dear friend Letting go is never easy
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