| Sometimes I just sit back and wonder
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| What was meant to be learned from that event that occured
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| Everything happens for a reason right
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| I left behind just another tragic lesson in life
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| An organic rush adrenaline flight
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| High above the traumatised situation of life
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| It’s ironic, considerate rarity patron of love,
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| Higher knowledge engulfs me cuz,
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| The blast of fate a lesson,
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| To my eyes concerned and overwhelmed
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| Theirs were of fear
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| Yet I’m feelin’so empty inside
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| And yet it burns so akward this
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| Time
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| Tears a waterfall of acid cries from his eyes,
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| I need to recognize,
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| It’s meant to be He’s alive and his cries just begin arisin'
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| Suprisin’as well…
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| This little boy proud of helpin’those in need
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| But he’s not me but just maybe he could be,
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| I can see it now because,
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| I’m a hero in his eyes temporarily blind
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| This immature kid a spirit as well an angel,
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| Hiding by helping and wanting to understand, me It’s somethin’with my pride, lies,
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| I cannot hide my true side,
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| And maybe in distress I can still come out laughing that’s the way I am…
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| Am I hard to recognize?
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| What do I need to realize?
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| Why can’t I see with my own f*cking eyes?
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| What do i need to see? |