Fade To Black
My whole life has become
one great big panic attack
scramblin' along
hopin' i don't fade to black
but i know i will
but i still scramble
and ramble
maybe for the thrill
up until i
am the kill
down to the last minute
i will still be in it
to win it
but the odds get greater
and i doubt myself
the great debater
colder bolder
my beauty is now in the eye of the beholder
i'm getting older
i cannot recover my losses
or rehire any of my bosses
i can now only shoot for a star
suck up the pain of my scar
and hope that i can go really really far
wondering where i'm going
wondering where you are
i can't take it all back
i can only hope to stay on track
for what?
to be at peace
when i fade to black
Copyright © Ron Ryan | Year Posted 2008
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