You stood upon
A bright light
With innocent eyes
But all your truths
Were nothing but utter lies

All that walks
And all that flys
We're nothing great in your sight
Smiling at passers
With hatred inside
You were nothing
but an imbecile
With an extreme pride

You are a thought of superiority
But reality, inferiority
The person you were
Made the person you are
Now all that you wan't
Can't be reached, it's far
Oh it can't be reached, it's far

-Kaya