I want to delete you from FB because you have been no friend to me in the last two years, even though thats what you swore you wanted. You got your apology in for crappy things you did to me years ago and then you bailed, off your conscience now so good riddance, I'm guessing. Still though, I will keep you around as a reminder of how much better off I am without you and to be thankful everyday for the great man I have that you never were, nor will ever, be.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?