felt I must

[mywaymylife]

leaves fall on the pathway home
four leaf clovers are the tattered hopes
Pluck a few make a bouquet, but to roses there's nothing to compare
wind blows through my hand, ice cold mercy shown
singed hair from getting to close to the light
grasp the fact that burning bright come with a price
face your demons they are just a step behind
skeletons with a purpose, bare boned for your pleasure
don't laugh at the fact your empty, being a lone just to cold

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