MY TEMPER FLARES WHEN THE HEAT GOES UP.
IT’S LIKE A GAS STOVE.
FLICK THE RIGHT SWITCH AND I COULD BLOW.
WHEN I CAN’T PUT YOU INTO WORDS,
WHEN I FAIL,
WHEN YOU LOOK FOR THE WRONG IN ANYTHING
RIGHT.
IT’S HARD BEING ME
WHEN I WISH I COULD MAKE THE WORLD
REVOLVE THE WAY I WISH IT TO, SEE?
I SEE FLAWS AND I WISH I COULD FIX THEM
BUT I DON’T HAVE THE POWER,
I DON’T HAVE THE SKILL.
I CAN’T OPEN YOUR EYES…
BUT GOD WILL. YaSaBa
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