freehand

pain is envy. The one soul I had left. Torn away, and dragged through the mud of grimy hobo lairs. I onced believed I was the shining knight. Now I lay in the trash and regret my dream. Can I crawl out, I can try. Up and over, fall on the ground. Pain is envy The one soul I had left. Meet a man that i thought didnt exist. The mirror never lies. Noone wated me, noone does. I should probably go back. Pain is envy The one soul I had left Pressing on, trying to win. Being run over by the mere mortals of today. I am the knight once again. Pain is envy. The only soul I had left. Realizing my dream, Ive never been out of. The misty haze just lifts. Pain is envy. The only thing I had left. I sleep in the rot once again.