My Devil In Your Eyes

In spite of my cheerful demeanor I'm afraid to set foot in the world We watch the same dead clocks These small hands need to meet the larger again And I chose a road, the one I didn't know Now it has brought me here The stories I've have gathered in

This is the real world in real time And I am sick of rendering So toss your seeds on cement And see if they can grow alone There is a reason behind weeds When walls are broken we can break Through them all To see what continues to grow It's hard to s

Dreams are forever reoccuring, And life is what happens when we can't fall asleep. We need to bare one anothers burdens. Real family and friends will always stab you in the front. The end result is not one damned thing after another. It's one damned