Am I supposed to be sorry, my words struck a nerve. Am I supposed to be sorry that I lift dust where my footsteps once were. Maybe I'm supposed to care for grand ideas never expressed.
I'll take your dream. I'll take your dream. I'll take your dream and crush it. . Does the truth ever rain. From the manic clouded mind. High on their thrones.
How many ways to languish. How many ways to fail. How many ways to die too soon. You can't choose one it chooses you. . Some of the choices, we make. All along the way, can destroy us.