Childish dreams with skid marks behind them displaying the halt that almost caused a crash
Lucid beliefs with undoable task
**** that reflection reminding us were growing old
More sticks on the fire to warm a heart that's growing cold
A soul in a body, a body holding a mind
A removal of love, desperately seeking rewind
Displayed as a crime, I shattered the glass
All heroes fall then turn to ash
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 2:07 AM UTC
Childish dreams with skid marks behind them displaying the halt that almost caused a crash
Lucid beliefs with undoable task
**** that reflection reminding us were growing old
More sticks on the fire to warm a heart that's growing cold
A soul in a body, a body holding a mind
A removal of love, desperately seeking rewind
Displayed as a crime, I shattered the glass
All heroes fall then turn to ash
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