Apr 20, 2016
It was the best of times
It was the worst of times
Losing the desire to rhythm or reason
Maybe I can Spring up, tis the season
However I’m tittering on the edge
Awaiting my lovers revenge
Getting crush between the walls and ceiling
Yes, I have lived long enough to be the villain
But can I ever be seen as the hero
I’ll keep trying as long as the probability isn’t zero
If needed I would die for her to show that she is the one
But she is strong... so a hero? she needs none
She needs a man that will treat her with respect
I know that I can be that man in every aspect
What is left? A lonely man filled with regret
I need her...I need any chance I can get...
To be with her
It’s hard to know for sure
But if there is a chance, I’ll take all that I can endure