by Mike Pollock
A slow start gives way to screaming glory
The kind that sinks you deep into mourning
With no memory of how you got there
But you got there, now you aren't here.
A Slow build gives way to screaming worry
The kind that sinks you deep into mourning
With no memory of how they got there
But they got there, now they aren't here.
A familiar bend,
Down the road...
A path we warned,
Do not go...
Loss of traction,
As you made your move...
Dissatisfaction,
Too much to prove...
A slow burn gives way to another story
The kind that stinks of deep forewarning
With no memory of how you got there
But you got there, now you aren't here.
