To Tell A Tale
To tell a perfect story is all I have ever wanted
About a man who lost his way and couldn't find it
Confused and short sighted almost like a blind man
Being lead by the nose and slapped down by the hand
To rise up from is own dealings and shortcomings
Pleading and bartering his soul he is selling
Crooked are the ways that he chooses to follow
Long live his life though it will end up hollow
Search he will to find the one find many he will
Never truly be sated never being fulfilled
Thinking life is eternal and he will get all that he wants
But each thing he buys are hidden paper cuts
Bleeding from cuts he cannot see
Lucky to be alive his death I for see
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Never back down because i am never afraid of failing.
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