I had been siting in this rigid position for the past few hours, waiting for the slightest movement of the fishing rod. Time continued to tick by, yet not a fish to be hooked. I was battling with my heavy eye lids, trying hard not to fall asleep. The branches wiggled as the wind blew by, making a melody of its own. This comforting sound was making me even more sleepy, and I knew that victory is not on my side.
Candles burn, cause the world will always turn. I'll burn both ends till my fire's out. Lost in the darkness I can still scream out. We used to laugh, we used to cry, Say goodbye to 1-35. Take me back down a dirty road, where it went, we didn't care to know. A glory night is a story saved, mark the chapter but turn the page. Always keep, to the kids in the streets- All American Rejects
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