I was born with a knack for thinking that i will hold till I'm finely dead. Another day I've had my feel of drinking stress relief my gods told. This like I'll brake and mold. But my wings are flapping broke, this air to thin to hold. I'm plummeting like a rock are you shocked no I'm not. When everything is weak I'm not ill fly ill brake away. Push them away I wont fall I'm flying the brilliant side of me. These black angelic wings at night theres just no end. I need you to believe me my hearts shaded in blacks red. all pain held in my tales of evil clones. My fears are far to old i cant relate. But every night i shake them off and fly around to no sound but my own hearts frown. Every time I think I'm strong she moves along to her song just like the way you do. Thats why I'm blind to nothing and everything. Ha my lack of appeal comforts me.
