ironic, considerate rarity patron of, love, Higher knowledge engulfs me, 'cause the blast of fate a lesson, To my eyes concerned, and overwhelmed men were to fear, Their livin' so empty inside, and yet it burns so akward this time. It's something wi

It's ironic, considerate rarity patron of, love, Higher knowledge engulfs me, 'cause the blast of fate a lesson, To my eyes concerned, and overwhelmed men were to fear, Their livin' so empty inside, and yet it burns so akward this time. It's something with my pride lies, I cannot hide my true side, And maybe in distress, I can still come out laughing, That's the way i am. This little boy proud of helping those in need, But he's not me, but just maybe he could be, i can see it now because, I am a hero to his eyes, temporarily blind this immature kid, And put the test mother fucking in jail, Hiding by helping and wanting to understand me, Tears! A waterfall of acid cries from his, Eyes! I need to recognize! Men-to-be... whoa, whoa. It's something with my pride lies, I cannot hide my true side, And maybe in distress, I can still come out laughing, That's the way i am. Am I hard to recognize, what do I need to realize? Why can't I see with my own, fucking eyes? What do i need to see!? See! It's something with my pride lies, I cannot hide my true side, And maybe in distress, I can still come out laughing, That's the way i am! Am I hard to recognize, what do I need to realize? Why can't I see with my own, fucking eyes? What do i need to see!?