The Road
i sit back, and watch my life unravel, the only sound is, my feet on the gravel, my mind is so sharp, as sharp as a scalple, i walk alone, and thats how i travel. im running a race, but im coming in last, the reasons because, my feet arnt so fast, killing for fun, is a thing of the past, i got the idea, so im wearing a cast. i know i love cats, but no im not bast, after all that ive done, i cant believe i am sassed, my heart is just broken, not broken and brassed, i let down the anchor, and im thrown from the mast.
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