Burn to learn…

To learn, we burn? Or, we learn as we burn?

Don’t know, just trying to figure out.

To learn we burn..

Or we learn as we burn...?

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Sometimes all you need is words. Love in silence becomes reprimand.

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With all this poison inside
It’s much to late to decide
You’ve got your mind made up
You’ve been living a lie in your white room

For all the hours that you’ve cried
There’s a year of love that they’ve denied
So you slip through the door
And fall to the floor of your black room
You’re a black room boy

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But all I know is, I always will. And, my music will tell my story. Soon.

Love,

RokZRooM