See the blossom of jet black hair
Feeling the golden victory in the air
Rain pondering above this visor
Yet what shields beneath the visor is a skin so fair
So fair but so fake flakes of innocence is lost
At the wake of my dead skin flakes I stand in the midst of the pondering rain
See me soak my jet black hair
Hear the victorious screams in the air
That visor stands cold with one less body to keep hold
I have no Jordan or KDs to keep dry
I have no fake gold that will melt against my skin
Or a blinds guide to care for
My fake flakes rejuvenate
I spin around feeling the spring breeze brush against my knees
As the beauty melts right off of me
Now all the fake and lies in me can be set free
Just like every thing you've ever told me