By Arcassin Burnham
Walking Through a lot of dead shadows,
Dirt covering the coffin leaves a dry rose,
We-don\'t-want-no-one-to-know-we,
Exist..
The troubles of the world creates a wormhole,
For the fears that you posses and brewed up on a clean stove,
Theres-no-need-to-worry-we\'ll-be,
Okay..
Might Have dealt with some issues in the pass,
Girlfriend left you for a guy that drives fast,
You-hope-they-just-both-end-up-in,
a crash..
But There is no need to be so hateful,
In a world of sin and people raised shameful,
Why-don\'t-you-just-be-your-own-man,
today..