Can't find the future,
I've lost the past.
My mind is shattered,
Like broken glass.
One too many,
A line too long.
Burn another,
The needles drawn.
Way too high,
Can't hear a sound.
It's way too late,
I'm six feet down.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
Can't find the future,
I've lost the past.
My mind is shattered,
Like broken glass.
One too many,
A line too long.
Burn another,
The needles drawn.
Way too high,
Can't hear a sound.
It's way too late,
I'm six feet down.
