Cocky, rebel, bipolar. Three words that describe me. Nothin' more or less. |
I slip it through your ribs
Like a rusty dagger...
Nothing now can stop my path,
The world shudders beneath my wrath...
We hold so much hate,
To even now the Devil opens his gate...
I opened my eyes,
For the first time in my life...
I stand there
Looking out to the...
I don't want a knight in shining armour, I just want my rocker in skinny jeans. |