I'm either burnt out or bored,
there is nothing between
these two barbell gauges.
Just pushed or pathetic,
I've been a disappointment
from time to lies & life.
Something's got to give,
I either need a break
or to die.
Here I am, trying
to be a Writer,
making it up to myself.
Making it up as I go along,
no one showed me the ropes,
and my heart breaks itself.
Many wars, many girls,
mistakes and made jumpers,
finally done with fire mixed with music.
I'll walk out on the wire,
because I am dying to live,
and get over that poor little hill.