The past is the past
tomorrow is tomorrow
the days drag on and loop
in such a way that is impossible for
me to grab hold..
yet I try
and yet I still feel
as though something must be done...
You coward..
you see my car and run for the hills
with your tail between your legs
of all things
You have proved to me what you are
and what you never will be again
cause you can't:
a threat...
you walk on thin ice my friend
and I'll be smiling when it breaks
beneath your toes
I can't wait until you get your's
I'll be smiling til' this ends,
until it's gone,
I'll remember
everything you weren't,
everything you pretended to be,
the things you took away...
You're not going anywhere...
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Just Another Ghost In Training....
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