Rich 60

Find my self climbing up another wall
Hope its soft on the other side ill fall
How is it i can survive my life at all
Im drifting now my motor can stall

Laugh out loud dont pinch me ill move
im peeling you see my true color is blue
Patch work angels fall past me faster
stand right there im coming hard at you

Sixty seconds will do
I feel no anger at you

This cant be my now
Im over too soon

Your cold as gold but quicker you melt
I hover at your feet no matter how i felt
This action slows my mind if nothing at all
Ill best you i see it written in the stars

Im up here this happened
I feel nothing again
Who is who im not playing
Turning pages to the end