The yellow man laughed when you came.
Too many distractions; a broken mirror and a broken hand, an unrelated coincidence.
We've burned the bridges ahead of time, left stranded on the wrong side.
Told to run forward, but life played in reverse.
Reverse in reverse is still reverse; repeating the past while looking ahead.
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 9:54 AM UTC
The yellow man laughed when you came.
Too many distractions; a broken mirror and a broken hand, an unrelated coincidence.
We've burned the bridges ahead of time, left stranded on the wrong side.
Told to run forward, but life played in reverse.
Reverse in reverse is still reverse; repeating the past while looking ahead.
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