I am the big loser,
and you are a God,
say, lost a precious jewel,
And shall feel sorry and sad.
You got an army,
and you got also mine,
your got captured a subset,
an intentional sublime.
All the grief is yours,
and all I am is a suspect,
hurting the clean,
in almost every aspect.
hurting myself,
for every script unlocked.
all eyes on me,
all your ears are blocked.
For I am the sinner,
you are a saint,
you have no shortcomings,
So you can't be blamed,
So I am the ****
all is reversed,
I'm just a piece of stone,
and you're the center of the universe
Apr 20, 2011
Apr 20, 2011 at 1:48 AM UTC
I am the big loser,
and you are a God,
say, lost a precious jewel,
And shall feel sorry and sad.
You got an army,
and you got also mine,
your got captured a subset,
an intentional sublime.
All the grief is yours,
and all I am is a suspect,
hurting the clean,
in almost every aspect.
hurting myself,
for every script unlocked.
all eyes on me,
all your ears are blocked.
For I am the sinner,
you are a saint,
you have no shortcomings,
So you can't be blamed,
So I am the ****
all is reversed,
I'm just a piece of stone,
and you're the center of the universe
* jcjuatco - From the elite's point of view (c) 4.20.2011
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