you are simply a work of art art isnt suppose to be beautiful not to everyone its supposed to make you feel something and oh, my dear i wish you could simply understand the ways you make me feel.
poisoned youth rest along the grey heralding you their saviour their freedom, their salvation and yet you stride by as the missiles fall and bombard the land, their black, green, red, and white haven, now with tainted blood and sickness
the highs, the lows, the overdose the nights alone, the empty phone i wish i'd know where this would go i would have got off long before it broke the wings i used to sore and left my heart an open sore you don't know what you're in for hey, what's your favorite dinosaur?
Everything’s burning down around me As I walk through this path on fire I meet at the end a mirror Only to find myself holding the torch The heat feels great The bridges finally burned My mind at ease For this I yearned