Emboldened.
Emboldened by praises imagined...
I hear their cheers, loud, pressing,
a constant drone in my head...
I wanted to ask her if she loved him, or if she...
but her eyes just dared me to ask such a...
He was a beggar I guess,
with clothes tattered and torn...
It’s an illusion of grandeur
this glass house that I build...
I wonder if anyone’s listening,
if anyone other than me will ever read these...
What I’ve learned so far -
is that sometimes promises really do get broken...
I fought him as he tore at me
with hands so full of hate...
We MaKe aLoTtA nOiSeEe,whoa
WeN wE CoMiN tHoUgHt Da ClUbBb,whoa...
You ask me what’s wrong
then you tell me not to worry...
Every day i pray
i pray for a new day...
Sit down and listen,
I’m through with your lies...