you never know the situations, that let me in.
yes i hold my own world that now i use to spin.
betrayal is my passion, the shadow fears to go with,
yes i walk alone on the path that now no more a myth.
The ups and downs have been a playful things.,
that's all how i deal which remind me to sing.
a man in the mask, that's what the faith i waited for.,
the wrath i depends on,left my heart at the bookstore.
A tortured soul ,fragile as a snowflake,
and the promises i create are totally fake.
as the wolf waits hungry with impish glee,
the fear i will face and will permit to pass over me.
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