Tungsten eyes will wage a futile war
With hearts so big and minds so small
They saw it coming, but what’s the problem?
You speak of fear and love, but what until then—?
Crying wolf won’t keep your hands alive
It’s just another bend, it’s just another night
Giving up is contagious, and I’ll just take the cue
I’m done with being finished, what about you?
But the edge of my seat is more comfortable than ever
And the tip of your blade won’t hold me forever
Let’s call a truce before one ends up bleeding in their bed
So let’s call a truce before the winner ends up defeated.
speaks of me
how they think
my mind is.
the silly child
in the cloud
and wings on
but this halo
of mine shall
and soon with
the skies i am
the fall was
painful but i’m
made of stars
not ashes nor
they call me
but i’m a dreamer
and i emerge to
be the winner.
it’s pretty much
speaks of me, but
it’s not ill.
it’s not i’ll either.
it’s i will.