I'm forcing these words through fingertips, thought through the brain to make the actions. For tonight has been a night of nostalgia. Talking to old friends, thinking of old memories, old tunes we used to jam from bands that have died off. Maybe they haven't died off, but it's all the same.
If it's too good to be true, it probably is. The matter of fact lies within how bad you want you it.
People tend to neglect the fact that everything is obtainable. Our dreams are direct refelctions of our passion, and our desire.
They are merely fallen stars. The burn for so long before we see them fade away. Mostly because we let them fall away. We watch them burn, and fade away.
I'm not letting mine burn, so what's the price to pay for glory?
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