08-05-2013, 08:37 PM
If the righter was done
Finished and grimaced
With a silver tongue
Than Id fall right back to the beginnings
With whatever was won
But you don’t wear my chains
Nor should I know the same
If the beginning was winnings
And the rest was up to the sun
Than the crest would be flat
And stretch the riddler’s fun
Finished and grimaced
With a silver tongue
Than Id fall right back to the beginnings
With whatever was won
But you don’t wear my chains
Nor should I know the same
If the beginning was winnings
And the rest was up to the sun
Than the crest would be flat
And stretch the riddler’s fun