Walk under the trees,
Look up to see me
Clouds are majestic eye to eye,
But it feels better to stand tall
Look at the lines in your palms,
There is no adrenaline rush if you don't fall
I've got a dream to believe
Not treble clefts inked sleeves
Though I am someone you want to appease
You don't have dirt on your knees
Though I am everyone and everything
Alter egos exist
Choose me or find your name on my
On our
No, on his
On Lucifer's list
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 2:11 AM UTC
Walk under the trees,
Look up to see me
Clouds are majestic eye to eye,
But it feels better to stand tall
Look at the lines in your palms,
There is no adrenaline rush if you don't fall
I've got a dream to believe
Not treble clefts inked sleeves
Though I am someone you want to appease
You don't have dirt on your knees
Though I am everyone and everything
Alter egos exist
Choose me or find your name on my
On our
No, on his
On Lucifer's list
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