Let It All



The red pink scar, and the purple blue bruise,
That visible to the only-see eyes,
Crawling and bonding �till they clouded my psyche,
Need I to deserve,
And need I to cite,
What they absurdly wanted, what they hugely hide.

I am ready to die,
It�s all being pushed so hard,
I am ready to fly,
From the lies that keep on burnin� me alive


I look upright, all set to drive,
To the beautiful bribe that�s gonna be my bride,
Need I to deserve,
And need I to cite,
Now I know I can�t run,
Nor that can I hide,
I�d play along; I�d play a while,
Somehow it makes me swollen with pride.







Date: Unknown�somewhere in 2003