Just the kid with
Rose colored glasses
Who saw nothing but joy
Till the world turn their back
& beat him whole
Glasses dropped and crushed
Beneath the shear weight
Of pure hatred and pain;
He'd never be the same
Glasses broken;
Now flame rules his eyes
Cynical ******* rises from the pain
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
Just the kid with
Rose colored glasses
Who saw nothing but joy
Till the world turn their back
& beat him whole
Glasses dropped and crushed
Beneath the shear weight
Of pure hatred and pain;
He'd never be the same
Glasses broken;
Now flame rules his eyes
Cynical ******* rises from the pain
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