When you die you become Hard like cardboard or plastic
The reason that I became a man...
because
I have taken the fork in the road
To get here
And everywhere
In between.
I Would have been one or the other
Call me naive
Call me stupid
I thought you were a star
Before I knew what a star was on your own.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 1:06 AM UTC
When you die you become Hard like cardboard or plastic
The reason that I became a man...
because
I have taken the fork in the road
To get here
And everywhere
In between.
I Would have been one or the other
Call me naive
Call me stupid
I thought you were a star
Before I knew what a star was on your own.
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