COME ON!
It's ironic considerate rarity patron of love higher knowledge
Engulfs me
'cause the blast of fate
A lesson to my eyes concerned and
Overwhelmed theirs were of fear and I am feelin so empty inside and
Yet it burns so akward this time
Chorus:
It's something with my pride lies
I cannot hide my true side
And maybe in distress I can still come out
Laughing
That's the way I am
This little boy proud of helping those
In need but he's not me
But just maybe he could be I can see it now
Because
I am a hero to his eyes
Temporarily blind this immature kid
Aspirit as well an angel
Hiding by helping and wanting to understand
Me
TEARS
A waterfall of acide cries from his eyes
I need to recognize
It's meant to be
CHORUS
Am I hard to recognize
What do I need to realize
Why can't I see with my own fucking eyes
What do I need
TO
SEE
CHORUS
Am I hard to recognize
What do I need to realize
Why can't I see with my own fucking eyes
What do I need
Writer(s): Jarrod Douglas Montague, Michael Frederick De Wolf, Stephen Steele Richards, Philip M. Lipscomb
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