Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Invincible
A mess of scars
And salty tears, I
Walk head down.
I hate to see in their eyes,
Judging me, though I
Am my harshest judge.
The beast, I no longer
Wait for my beauty.
Instead, I throw thunder
And lightening at my visitors.
10-6-10
And salty tears, I
Walk head down.
I hate to see in their eyes,
Judging me, though I
Am my harshest judge.
The beast, I no longer
Wait for my beauty.
Instead, I throw thunder
And lightening at my visitors.
10-6-10
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