Brad Combs (8/8/89 / Wheatridge, Co)
Foolish Blindfolded Anger
Sleep tight, an sing in the night..
Who knows what will be..
Who knows what was..
I know the reality that is now..
I hope you will stay in my life..
Till the day i die..
I may say hurtful Things in a blinded anger..
But in tearful regret.. i always lift the blindfold 2 late,
I have instilled an anger an hate of me within you.! .
I hate myself for it.. an fear it..
I can only hope to hear an be near the sweet tone..
An rythmic way of life you have tried to instill with in my untrained mind..
I feel as if you are a young master of life,
An me an untrained foolish pupil..
I can ask for forgivnes for my mistakes..
But i need your guidence
An help too reacht a stage of enlightenment..
I need you in my life now, more than ever.! .
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