Mentobe

it's ironic considerate rarity patron of love higher knowledge engulfs me 'cause the blast of fate a lesson to my eyes concerned and overwhelmed theirs were of fear and i am feelin so empty inside and yet it bruns so akward this time it's something with my pride lies i cannot hide my true side and maybe in distress i can still come out laughing that's the way i am this little boy proud of helping those in need but he's not me but just maybe he could be i can see it now because i am a hero to his eyes temporarily blind this immature kid a spirit as well an angel hiding by helping and wanting to understand me tears a waterfall of acide cries from his eyes i need to recognize it's meant to be am i hard to recognize what do i need to realize why can't i see with my own fucking eyes what do i need to see