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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