Never knew what empty's like till the filled up glass was empty.
For you use the word I too much it takes you away shamelessly.
Turned the pages too quickly, your fingers collides with the edges.
A strum on the guitar is all it takes to tear down the bridges.
Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong you sang the wrong song.
You held your fist too tightly your game you cannot prolong.
Traveling around against the hands of your ever ticking clock.
Of all the cards you picked, you picked the one saying road block.
Writing your book with the out and dark as your main story.
You walk through thorns that cuts not only your skin but you mainly.
You bleed not only the blood of your own but also the innocent.
The disease that lives in you has no cure and has got no treatment.
Your ego has brought you less of what the more you thought about.
Now you're so ashamed of what you used to shout to the crowd.
You see light as it bounces of your mirror and straight into your eyes.
You see no road ahead as all you see is thousands of tries.
It all falls down to one simple word which is known as simple.
Just one fine word gets locked in and that will be your temple.

WHAYILMBEFGMABALHAW.

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