11.Stairway To Hell
For so many years I held my breath for you, held under what
became the ocean; struggling to find footing on what became the
ocean floor？and now, as I reflect on what became my foundation？
Who am I to say the grass was ever greener where my own feet
struck on the earth？
And that the fields they seemed much neater on my side of the
fence; and who am I to question why you took the path you took？
And who the fuck am I to open this closed book？
But the pages just keep turning and my pen just won？t dry, but
my eyes they won？t stop burning and yet you still have no reply
I guess that in a way it had to be like this？and I guess in a
way I？m glad it turned out like it did. Because I couldn？t stand
your sight if I ran into you tonight; and if you died I just
don？t think I？d have too much to say tonight？
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