We don't seem to care
when we're walking on thin air.
Oh the chance is lying there
when you die in front of me.
Lying there you die.
So happy am I
you'd show a love for me,
never to repeat,
and we're dying by degrees.
Started while residing on Lancaster Ave. in Syracuse, NY; 1990 or 1991, aged 22, 23, or 24.
Writings By Erick Heins 