Take a Look Around 06-03-13
Covering the windows are tattered curtains
Take a step inside, and see the rotten doors
There is no food, of that I'm certain
Take a step around, and hear the creaking floors
Onto the highway and the busy street
There are some people that are begging for money
People drive away without skipping a beat
It's an unpleasant, solemn sight to see
Food is the only thing on the mind
These thoughts are wondering, "When will I die?"
Imagining and planning in the mind
I go to sleep and tell these thoughts goodbye
The flame is flickering, trying its best
It's slowly giving out, fading away
The flame is dying out, it needs to rest
But the flame has died out for the rest of my day
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