I think I figured it out, Why I always look up to you
And how you managed to get so high as I stayed down low
When we both started from the same level
Your life course was drawn on a plane,
It walked down with us before it took up flying with only you in it
And mine was written in a subway station
Making me take the underground train
Life treated you better and I'm not saying it treated me badly
But being underground is nothing like flying
And I wonder about you and how it feels like to be that high
But I also wonder about me and where I'm going to end up
And it kills me to know that no matter how fast my train goes by
It can never catch up to your plane
And I hope that fate will someday decide to draw me an alternate route
Where I can get off on the next stop and find a plane ticket waiting for me
But I'm so scared that if that actually happens
Someone would steal it away, And maybe if that happens
I will jump in front of the next train
And for once I'll know how to feels like to be high
After all Theft, murder and suicide are very common here,
I'll just be one more line in the tally count.
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Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
