Feels like I’ve been here before.
Re-spawned to be a different casualty Of the same war.
same cause, same effect,
so i pause to reflect
put a thought before i step,
all in all i expect that this time i might get a little more out.
Endure a little longer, till i hit the
third round. Hell, i’m use to kicking back from 2 lives down.
When you’re all outta faith, gone way passed doubt.
Buried , almost forgotten,
crawled your way up to rock bottom.
punch a fist up out the ground,
Get up and take a bow.
‘Get up‘
that’s how to know you are alive.
Now you’re damaged, but you’re
dangerous
‘cos you know you can survive..
…So i’m in it for the long haul, in it for the ride.
Life is my addiction, so i’m in it
for the high.
Till i’m old, done, long gone
lost to a dying sun,
forgotten as a memory,
just another passerby…
