It's a lot harder to put the knife down Than it is to pick it up.
It's a lot easier for me to ruin things
Than it is to not **** it up.
I put one foot in front of the other
And then I run.
Before my wings get ready to take flight.
The years have passed
But I know I won't take that path.
The winds pick up
And my lungs expand
But I'm running
I'm running
I'm going nowhere fast.
Arms grip my waist
I'm being carried away.
I'm being thrown into my grave
I feel the need to escape
But it's so comfortably dynamic...
The death
And decay
I can grasp it.....