Listen Abby: You're not at your post
While you slump like most, your place hangs higher in the sky.
And I'm placed to say 'Dear Phishface?'
I think not, that you have got your case at its base.
While you swim in sand,
the water waits and, You have home hanging round your neck!
Are we such to be back burned as second? I reckon you are a billion burners deep by now
So how can the bridges keep coming? The Kings son as an arsonist is a portrait appropriate.
Please, oh please put down your matches and come inside the city gate. You can't burn tHis bridge but those around you suffer from the heat. Beat out your where abouts. Map in the source of this sin and bring balm to your brother. My scars run deeper than you know, though how could you? You are two burners ahead by now.
That water waits, but it aims to win with out whimper.
You dream of a life simpler, and all you need is to grasp an eternal flame.
Not the same as you apply to those wondering why they sting and cinder.
I talk so as to cease this
I stalk and I'll not miss when I aim to break this cycle. step to the side, Oh please to the side, away with this ride.
You need not break with it.
