I didnt exactly accomplish what i wanted to
its like a ****** up version of the story i was trying to pull you into
with knights of glory
in tired nights of glory
fight knights of glory
in nights of glory
to tell knights the next night with glory
confidence of an unknown calliber
rush in first from the stone drawing Excaliber
how with her tone, i could get loud with her
wind in the sail for sure, hail could burn down with her
Al Capone around with her ,so back to the glory n how i was so down for her
i tried to rewrite love
this is my horror story
the words came up short
far fetched with a ill beat
a map of recourse
but the chorus was still weak
pen lay still for weeks, even the ink was mad
as it witnessed a corpse, track lay dead on the pad
it weeps it cried, the paper was sad
cant sleep it tried it scribbles it drags
the tone doesn't change, dead end riddles and snags
cant even type, the ******* hour glass lags
Windows are broke, Chrome shooting blanks
powers on real fast but the connection still hangs