I'm not sure as to whether
My thoughts could coincide.
I could probably live forever
If I had the will inside.
For am I to blame
For what thoughts provoke?
My rise occurs in flames,
Like the memories of the folk.
And since I have tomorrow
To distract of all this sorrow
Then let it all pass
For this day won't be my last
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
I'm not sure as to whether
My thoughts could coincide.
I could probably live forever
If I had the will inside.
For am I to blame
For what thoughts provoke?
My rise occurs in flames,
Like the memories of the folk.
And since I have tomorrow
To distract of all this sorrow
Then let it all pass
For this day won't be my last
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