A Sad History
by The Nerve Agents· from Days Of The White Owl
Shackled to greatness. It's for your best interests. Nothing less but the best my dear. Dragged down this road. Of status by fools. There has been sickness at play, I fear. It's all been mapped out for you. Since you were a twinkle in their eyes. Unfortunately, my dear, this is for them. Your thoughts, disregarded as petty and childish. Shut your mouth, cause your life is planned. A sad history. I will walk my own direction. Following my heart, seeing where it takes me. Strike your match, light your candle. For each and every day of your life that you don't see me. Don't burn down the house, waiting for me.