I had pulled you to the top
I scraped my knees and burried my hands
You sore above
While my wings were your guide
I opened you up into my world
Let you hold the gold
In times dueing
It turned to dust
But you covered it up
With a smile and lust
And the only reason i find this out
Is because you blow the dust
Stright into my mouth
I dont give you the satisfactory of seeing me choke
But on the inside i cant breath
And you will never know
My world around slowly cumbles
And you walk out the door
I vist the world of others
To help rebuild my own
But i feel like all their gold i touch
Turns to dust
And that i am the burdan weight apon their shoulder
So i return back to where i belong
I scrape my knees
And bury my hands
In a place that used to made of gold
Now covered in dust
And alone
...
But atleast
You're at the top of this world
Thats my boy