Blackbird132

You're in my heart in every way, every single night and day. Something in me makes you cry, because you think your love will die. But you must know, that you are my love, my girl, and you know why. Baby, I know that you're hurting, since me and death are flirting. I apologize for what I am, who I am, but that is me. And slowly as we go downstairs, we get closer to our arbor tree. First we're one, now we're two. Soon to be lucky three. But now I stop, you're on your way. So now I say, I am yours and here to stay, forever and always and then a day.

Words are nothing, without you. Just waiting till I say "I do." Your presence is what makes me true. Within your eyes, there's more than blue. There's you, and me, and us, and we too!

Let there be light, that's what he said. My oath to you, that monkey's red. Just like a rose, a beauty's sight. You are my love, you are my light.

Up and down, and all around. It's hard to keep it all on ground. At times it smiles, at times it frowns. At times it makes the weirdest sounds. And I can see it upside down. It's everything in every way, now that is all I have to say.

11-14 holds a frown, it's like a smile upside down. Not a nice day, not a sad, I would say. Not good, but bad. It was a fucking joke gone wrong, it feels like an empty song. No one believes you, no one cares. All they do is feed you, with their own philosophy. When what I do is trust in me, I think it's time for you to see. Through my eyes and what I'll be.

They say the Joker, looks like me. They all see something, I don't see. They say he's something, that I'll be. But no, not me, not easily. He's bad, he's mean. I'm good, I'm clean. As far as all of you can see, I'm no Joker, he's not me. I am simply Smiley.

Like an apple from the tree, alienate the likes of me. I was young, probably three. Now I'm the greatest smiley, I am me now as you see. I am still part of that tree, but now I fly, now I'm free. Just be happy, filled with glee. Rate my life, judge in me. See my creativity, now count back, from five to three.

Within your mind, her thought will read. Upon the brain, that she will feed. Biting, chewing, bleed, bleed, bleed. Then say to you, what you will need. Or maybe what, you want to hear and use against you. Your own fear, drip, drop, drip, drop. Tears, fears, tears. Like an old man in the mirror.

You see the angel flying, watch all the life, that's dying. And in its heaven, lonely, crying, judging all the sights of lying. From the cradle simply sighing, your preacher used the souls he's buying. Only knowing that he's trying to find the angels that are dying, in a loophole of Hell whining. Being real is only lying.

Testing the mind, games from my will, only to find, reactions to kill. Killing the creature, is something that will open your thoughts, and sign your life's bill.