By Arcassin Burnham

Modify you,
Then deny you,
I wouldn't try you,
Or even define you,
Won't lie to you,
Bullets flying through the rearview,
Ya staring at yourself,
Now you don't even recognize you,
Pain reliever in th drawer,
Just to heal you,
From the pain of what's to come,
But you come just to conclude,
Or add on as you say,
Keep looking in a birds eye view.