So much hype. I'd hate to fill those shoes. Pressure is on. Wipe away my blues. Never was more than a man. Not much of a man at that. Clever now. What's the plan On the brim of your hat.
Small, only a speck among so many stars. I hear you call, from behind the bars. So check to see if memories fade. Wrist now slit, blood on the blade. Candles lit, body getting cold. No longer to worry about getting old.
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