Out Of Control

To late for me now,
so out of control,
the wind in my hair,
as I spiral down low.

Burning so fast on the passion fire,
so out of control,
looking around with bloodshot eyes,
just wanting myself to know.

Faster then ever my heart beats now,
so out of control,
flying past that small fine line,
pulling me so far from what I know.

So far from sanity unable to move,
so out of control,
unable to think and unable to breathe,
pulled to her without any control.

by Kevin Waller

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