What do you do when your heroes die?
And human nature comes alive
Allowing faults to thrive
when you grow up and realize
What you idolize
You no longer recognize
Staring into their eyes.
When you come to terms
That all that you've earned
To grasp acceptance you'll never find
Is from someone that only exists in your mind
The one you allowed to be your eyes bc they convinced you you were blind? They lied
It was all contrived.
You've been deprived
But you survived.
A puppet no longer,
You
Have
arrived.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
What do you do when your heroes die?
And human nature comes alive
Allowing faults to thrive
when you grow up and realize
What you idolize
You no longer recognize
Staring into their eyes.
When you come to terms
That all that you've earned
To grasp acceptance you'll never find
Is from someone that only exists in your mind
The one you allowed to be your eyes bc they convinced you you were blind? They lied
It was all contrived.
You've been deprived
But you survived.
A puppet no longer,
You
Have
arrived.
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