Will you walk this way
Will you leave open the door
Will you be more than just the reasons
that you implore
When you look inside
When will you separate the appriations
When will you part and devide
all the suppositions
"I am this today
I am that tomorrow
I am anything as long
as it doesn't cause me sorrow"
"I am as fickle as the sun
I am sunshine , sometimes storm
I am the moon's false reflection
that falls upon the praise that you adorn"
So who is it that walks through the door
So whose mask will you wear today
So who will fall for your insidious lies
that you so disrespectfully diplay
What a way !
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC
Will you walk this way
Will you leave open the door
Will you be more than just the reasons
that you implore
When you look inside
When will you separate the appriations
When will you part and devide
all the suppositions
"I am this today
I am that tomorrow
I am anything as long
as it doesn't cause me sorrow"
"I am as fickle as the sun
I am sunshine , sometimes storm
I am the moon's false reflection
that falls upon the praise that you adorn"
So who is it that walks through the door
So whose mask will you wear today
So who will fall for your insidious lies
that you so disrespectfully diplay
What a way !
Dedicated to Donald Duck
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