As fate knocks on my door,
I just imagine why it was for,
Another reason I was told,
Just so that I can be sold.
He would sell me like scrape,
Even when he new I wasn't crap,
He said to me that I was worthless,
I believed in him more or less.
I couldn't hear what he said,
It went something along the lines of the dead,
When yet I could see a sound,
I could just hear a faint pound.
He was hear and it was true,
That I was all but his druid.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
As fate knocks on my door,
I just imagine why it was for,
Another reason I was told,
Just so that I can be sold.
He would sell me like scrape,
Even when he new I wasn't crap,
He said to me that I was worthless,
I believed in him more or less.
I couldn't hear what he said,
It went something along the lines of the dead,
When yet I could see a sound,
I could just hear a faint pound.
He was hear and it was true,
That I was all but his druid.
