Biography of Treason
I'm ready I'm ready for what comes and goes. I'm the optimist, The proud.
As I sit and reminisce, and listen to the songs that I once listened with you, the flood gates open, and my vision gets blurred from what once was.
Glory, With Strings Attached.
John! No Shoes on. Walks the gravel road, while the rocks sting his feet. Of course that's not the only thing bothering him.
Awoke in a familiar cave. Cleaned everything, made sure not to leave a trace. But I keep coming back just to make sure my foot prints are still there. Will it matter, will the next sleeper care?
A silhouette, from the street light, coming down on the ground, rock hard. The bitterness from the your selfishness is unrealized. But many thanks for it. I thought I heard your voice, as I peered over the corner.
I'M A Peaceful Man...
Maybe it's just my illusions, telling my brain that you are not what you are to me. It's probably just a snag, in the rag in our love. Will you love me until death do us part?
I should have gone with my human nature But I chose to fight it off and for those next 5 hours what was in my mind?
Pinned down by doubts, of what can and what can be. Are these just temporary,
I've been to places that I have gained memories Of what once was. Blue skies and runny eyes
I don't wanna waste your time. So here I go. My confession to you is priceless. I hope you know. I don't want to be here for to long.
I'm ready for what comes and goes.
I'm the optimist,
I'm the failure.
The one who's meant to be shunned.