It starts with a story of
A boy lost in rhyme
He might have known love
Once upon a time
He's caught in the past
His heart on the shelf
How long will he last
Looking for no one but himself
Dreams being far from done
Each and every day
He reaches for the sun
As it slowly melts him away
He has no one left to care and
He has known
His life long since barren
Yet he is not alone
Maybe the original light
It was fake
The light she holds is truly bright
In the future she may make
He's been fading
By the lies he's weaved
Is his life worth saving
A life so deceived
A life of nihilism
They won't miss him at all
In the depths of his own criticism
May he fall
His heart, pop it
The hourglass needs not his sand
He's nothing more then a puppet
In the palm of your hand
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