Burn the Haystacks
Sitting on the fence
and I am loosing my bite.
When I lie awake, I lie to myself...
I promise
This time, I won't loose my head
Stuck inside a gilded cage
Magic is possible
Yet whimsy is dead
The tables didn't turn
so I flipped them over instead
I run it up the flagpole, until
I run out of people to salute
I'm the martyr, I'm the problem
I picked my battles
You should see the ones I didn't pick
I give in...
Hero to Zero
Burned the haystacks
Found the needle
I'm a hard to swallow pill;
with enough rope to hang myself with
Trust me - I tried to be reasoned with
The road is endless
and my fuse got shorter over time
I'm tired of going through it.
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