If god made a 7th sense it be love.
Something that All men take advantage of.
Happiness, Joy, Look what it did to me
Broke my heart, just to release the Misery
Patience, Pain it’s all the same
It’s like a broken video game
Life’s a circle
You’re saved at the start and can’t move forward
You’re the hero, Life the villain.
Pick up a pen
Ink turns to blood
Blood, Same shade of roses
Write a bo kay
Bleed yourself dry
Day, to day
She’ll never notice,
Like a Angel fallen from grace
A silent guardian you’ve become
Watching like an old solider watches death
Your hearts an orphan,
Nothing but a stray
Her dark hero you shall be
For always remember
The moon can never be the sun.