Paper Planes

Light in weight, easily destructed, flying high but when there is no wind to aid……..crash and burn ensues

Intoxicated, siphoning fuel out of the tank of the jet

Now I feel as if I have wings

Perched on this ledge

Are you ready for takeoff?

The only problem with getting this high is that you know at some point you’re gonna come down

Everybody gather ‘round

See this death defying act

As I nose dive headed for hell

You say you didn’t know I did drugs, you didn’t really know me well

With everything going on my life and yet I still act as if nothing is going on

In my own dream world….wasn’t hard to tell

To the ground I go hitting the lowest of low

I fell

Is what I say in the first day of rehab

Either this or end up on in the morgue on a cold slab

Hopefully one day again I can fly again.

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