We do it out of spite,
inside lies a angry child.
spitting his words of denial,
he ran with wolves he was wild.
He flew like a disconnected kite,
out a 7 story building window.
He tried to fit in and speak the kids lingo,
but he was one of many losing a blackout game of bingo.
He fought the good fight,
but tonight he threw in the towel.
When someone tried to stop him he replied with a growl,
as he flew out that 7 story window he flew down to the ground with a howl.
Can't we just for tonight pretend this boy,
that this boy,
lives inside us,
he died within us.
His heart was broke,
like a wheel without a spoke,
he missed the times and was made into a joke.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
We do it out of spite,
inside lies a angry child.
spitting his words of denial,
he ran with wolves he was wild.
He flew like a disconnected kite,
out a 7 story building window.
He tried to fit in and speak the kids lingo,
but he was one of many losing a blackout game of bingo.
He fought the good fight,
but tonight he threw in the towel.
When someone tried to stop him he replied with a growl,
as he flew out that 7 story window he flew down to the ground with a howl.
Can't we just for tonight pretend this boy,
that this boy,
lives inside us,
he died within us.
His heart was broke,
like a wheel without a spoke,
he missed the times and was made into a joke.
I have no idea where this came from. But it's a parable of some sort, I made it up for someone, someone out there understands what I'm saying. I know what it means but I doubt most of you do.
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