bullets and nosebleeds, pages and pens, how does all this evil even seep into the hearts of these men, we need them, reminders, pathfinders, trailblazers, free thinkers, big dreamers, loud screamers, game changers, ive attempted to tame it, all of this anger inside, but instead of lashing out, i simply decided to cry, and why? for the beauty, for the love of my pain, for the right to express it, for the ones with no shame, my name is will soffa, and i am not normal, i sleep with the demons, in dreams of immortals, and the portal, ive opened, can never be closed, supposing id want to, and not let it show, that what grows in the depths of me, it twisted and sick, so ive written a symphony, depicted wickedly swift, with a wooosh of cold air, when i speed to the rescue, the citys in danger, and ive come here to get you, but let you decide it, your trying to hide, whats really going on, behind your sweet pretty eyes, the wise are in agony, if ignorance is bliss, and id spin the earth backwards, to steal just one little kiss, and the list of the reasons, i breathe to believe, if the world needs a hero, all you need girl..................is me
Posted on: Sun, 30 Jun 2013 00:16:42 +0000
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