I've sought so hard to attain this gain. Now watch me give this ground away. What can I do but admit I'm in over my head?. Colors fade from blue to dark red.
My back so full of scrapes. With the miles I've walked of waste. Fade and fall away against. Numb my hunger to taste. . What's the basis for change. Excuses to feed my ego's rage.
Andrew Schwab. And now I sit in thought. As the plot of my days commences. And I'm left with fences. Put off the thoughts of my end so long to race. To chase after the trend so fleeting.