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

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