Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Strike
A lightening rod am I.
Blister me with fury and rage,
I'll swear I can handle it.
They all laugh at me,
A stumbling fool.
Pointing at the retard.
Staring, gawking,
A million eyes watching
My demise in slow motion.
I offer them no words, no
Explanation, just tears.
April 9, 2009
Blister me with fury and rage,
I'll swear I can handle it.
They all laugh at me,
A stumbling fool.
Pointing at the retard.
Staring, gawking,
A million eyes watching
My demise in slow motion.
I offer them no words, no
Explanation, just tears.
April 9, 2009
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