I use the rage to fuel my fire
I think about my past desire
Despite my love gone lost
It pains me with such cost
I fuel my fire with images of us
I remember all the pain and mistrust
Despite my pretentious past
The dumb bells in my hands, I grasp.
I workout to my own tune.
I'll leave you behind, like apple left zune.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 3:48 AM UTC
I use the rage to fuel my fire
I think about my past desire
Despite my love gone lost
It pains me with such cost
I fuel my fire with images of us
I remember all the pain and mistrust
Despite my pretentious past
The dumb bells in my hands, I grasp.
I workout to my own tune.
I'll leave you behind, like apple left zune.
