I've seen the talented sun burn through the souls of a thousand talented men,
So I hide in the dark but it's only in hopes that I won't have to see it again.
And I've sat on deserted highways waiting for construction to finish up,
But never through all of this have I said that I've had enough.
Scissors can cut through a wired bomb or the last of the restraints,
But don't take them for granted or you'll end up on your deathbed with nothing to say.
When the story ended the story had no stable place to go,
So he sat on the curb with his head in his hands and decided to call that home.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
I've seen the talented sun burn through the souls of a thousand talented men,
So I hide in the dark but it's only in hopes that I won't have to see it again.
And I've sat on deserted highways waiting for construction to finish up,
But never through all of this have I said that I've had enough.
Scissors can cut through a wired bomb or the last of the restraints,
But don't take them for granted or you'll end up on your deathbed with nothing to say.
When the story ended the story had no stable place to go,
So he sat on the curb with his head in his hands and decided to call that home.
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