picasso

days.they have their way with you. pain.it knows you well you`d rather kneel than stand you`d rather run than fight you`ll fade out slow and i`ll burn out bright. raised.to turn the other cheek pray.no one cares at all convinced yourself to give up and just let go but the mirror just stares you down. you lived your life and you sold yourself to rusting in the rolling wind and you died your death am i next in line? i can`t be far behind