I think about the things that i've learned. I see that money's worth less with every dolar i earned and in the end i'd rather choose to fade than burn. Sometimes you pay the price for flying close to the sun but thats's why youth is wasted on the young. I think of all the things that i've done all the ghosts in my past will my reputation. As i dream i see a vision of an angel who asks. I'm waiting at the entrance to heaven without a legacy.
