Help
Breath like gasoline
hard-headed
In between
Twist of fate
Live the dream
Conscious building
Surrender necessary
no one believes
When your legendary
eating out of trash cans
waking up in the cold
rolling out a sleeping bag
smelling like the fold
Nothing left to do
hang it up now
Over my Dead body
I will make it
sound
won't make a peep
I'll go tired
I won't ever sleep
Every second of this life
on my way back to the top
You'll never keep me down
I've been here before
Not staying down
think that you got me beat
I hold on to life
pray for what it brings
I don't even need you in this anymore
you'll see what I mean
up again
free from this bondage
The thrill is gone
It's in front of your face and you can't deny
Because it's hard to see with closed eyes
Copyright © David Maynard | Year Posted 2021
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