this views a work of magnificance
tried by winds and broken by smiles.

and did you plan this
this path of devastation.
ill call for an angel to guide me back home
im slowly losing air, but who cares, right
with every word you speak

why, am i so cold.
i wanna go back home, ill make it before sunset.
i, am not right
ill give you a headstart and race you to the fountain of hope

am i dyslexic
or can i not read emotions
i try with every step to your front door
to gear up for the blow
i know im lost

the faith in you
the lack of honesty in me
ill ration my trust and share it with you


member #4 of "i remember when pokemon used to be cool" club