Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by! -W.B. Yeats

The Paper Man

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Back when things were electric And our days weren't so hectic, We lifted each other to heights like no other You would smile at me with glee To say, I can't believe you're with me You're everything to me Those days are dead and gone and all we are left with is a bitter song, We're passed our peak, hun And laying beneath Is extinction at our feet You wanted a trophy man But I could only give you me I'm sorry I wasn't the "Every Man" you wanted me to be So when I asked you babe to describe me Deep down, you couldn't find the words, Not even in your heart So you pulled out a crinkled old paper And you said This is what I wanted you to be

© JamesTheStoic28


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