Randomness
NeutralI'm tired of Contemplating what if...
I'm tired of trying to figure out how it works...
I should probably update on here really soon >.<
Your Boyish CharadeCause you act all tough, Struttin your stuff, But it’s just a charade.Your Boyish Charade
A poor interpretation.
You’re just a boyish figure, Struttin your stuff, Perched atop the world... As you get lost in the haze.
I’ve seen you sittin there, When it’s just you.
You sit and paint the sky... Sometimes its pink, Sometimes its purple, Sometimes its orange, And sometimes its red.
And they don’t notice.
No they only notice… When you spread your wings…
Beauty Turned to Filth....I heard your screams I heard your cries,Beauty Turned to Filth....
Oh no, I wouldn't lie.
I saw your torturer, I saw the rows I saw your wings spread wide.
Words left upon those wings as such, You were born to die,
Yes I heard your screams I heard your cries
Oh no, I wouldn't lie.
He saw your torturer He saw the rows He saw your wings spread wide,
The walls and rows of bloodied wings That yet had still to fly
Oh no, I wouldn't lie.
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Frozen wings hold up no one...
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Frozen wings hold up no one...
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The cookie monster has got nothing on me.
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Frozen wings hold up no one...
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"Le plus clair de mon temps, je le passe à l'obscurcir, parce que la lumière me gêne" - B. Vian
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