Doing rhyme
is doing time
You commit the crime
they hang you out on the line
When all the crystaled dreams
come crashing to the floor
When it's your turn to walk
but there's no door
You tried and gave your all
And the promises have just stalled
. . . I thought I'd call . . .
and was put on hold . . .
Feeling my age , getting old
realizing my mortality
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
Doing rhyme
is doing time
You commit the crime
they hang you out on the line
When all the crystaled dreams
come crashing to the floor
When it's your turn to walk
but there's no door
You tried and gave your all
And the promises have just stalled
. . . I thought I'd call . . .
and was put on hold . . .
Feeling my age , getting old
realizing my mortality
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