5.17.2007

I slay my dragons one at a time
As they try to ambush me from behind
First come, first serve, it makes no difference to me
Got to look in all those eyes if I want to be free.

Don’t have to kill them, they don’t have to die
Just as long as I can look myself straight in the eye
Every morning it’s OK if I cry
Me and my dragons are saying our good byes.


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