Why would you need a pace monitor
when you cant even feel love
hide behind the curtain of yet another broken riddle
scrap the detox and start the sound of the echoing cause
that's all I'm hearing now for the rest of the world
to hear your same old sorry
yet another messed up story
You maybe old , but your heart to me is still worth gold
ill sing the same old song even if it gets old
you will be there in the morning when i wake up
till when i fall asleep dreaming of the value i have towards you
reaching for insurance cause your slowly beginning to drift
to places which were both having trouble to place
where might you be heading when your time is done
you've packed your bags from a life time of fun
you carry with you a book worth more then money and gold
the book of your life
troubles pain and hope is all in this book which you wish to take with you when your gone
there for, you will carry upon your self a Post stamp and Address to any where in the world
if there is a postal code your more likely to of been there
accents of the globe fit into someone like you
when you are buried ill post stamp you
and mark you as safely arrived
By Chloe Rae
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