Without a Trace
i am in, horrible space, i cut the jack, and reveal the ace, i'm so tired out, like i'm running a race, i just want to be, alone in my place. my mind is mixed up, like tangled shoe lace, i'm fighting a war, so hand me my mace, life's a marathon, i run my own pace, why do you care, about the ugliest face? my heart is locked up, its locked in a case, surrounded by soldiers, in an impenetrable base, they told my to run, so i gave it a chase, and now i am gone, without any trace.
Copyright © Maxwell Collier | Year Posted 2013
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