Nine and the King
I've been running around, I've been standing in one place.
Letters are sticking to the words they are creating.
My finger are dirty with the last day Ive lived for
Im not cryin or complaining but I thing you have to go.
If you take a step to the left I think you'll understand.
My only moment to live is the thought of friend who died.
In just a moment I wonder what would they think of me now.
In seconds I smile at the thought of what I hold in my life.
What of the anger I've trapped deep inside will it ever go.
If I take a step back I just might understand.
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