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if all the world should perish,
that'd be fine by me,
for i'd be here, all alone
sitting in my lonley tree
no screams or cries, or bloody yells
would reach into mine ear
for i'd be way up high
safe from all the world's fear
if all the world just went blind
well thats just grand for me
for up in the branches, all alone
i'd be completely hidden in my lonely tree
no wondering gazes, no awkward stares
no misconstrued hated stared into me
i'd finally be safe to roam through foliage
and none could ever judge or see
if all the world just fell dead
that'd be okay by me
for then, maybe all my tears will stop
trickling from the leaves of my lonely tree
i've never stopped before to answer the questions that had been put in front of me. i just continued to fight and fight, never stopping to think why i live day by day. eventually the fighting became my life. coming home every night with bloody noses and new scars, feeling satisfied with the savagery it brought in me. all my confusion of deception and lies that life wove into me were laid bare in my nightly matches.
for in the fight, there was only one truth. there is a victor and a loser. as the victor, i walked away, learning one more truth. one more mystery unraveled right before my eyes. that i was better than this man. and nothing will change that.
i forever stick by the first truth i had ever learned. that when you fight for yourself, everyone will hate you. if that is the case, i'll let my fists plow through ever fabrication and tactic placed to make me fall, and i will take on the whole world.
that'd be fine by me,
for i'd be here, all alone
sitting in my lonley tree
no screams or cries, or bloody yells
would reach into mine ear
for i'd be way up high
safe from all the world's fear
if all the world just went blind
well thats just grand for me
for up in the branches, all alone
i'd be completely hidden in my lonely tree
no wondering gazes, no awkward stares
no misconstrued hated stared into me
i'd finally be safe to roam through foliage
and none could ever judge or see
if all the world just fell dead
that'd be okay by me
for then, maybe all my tears will stop
trickling from the leaves of my lonely tree
i've never stopped before to answer the questions that had been put in front of me. i just continued to fight and fight, never stopping to think why i live day by day. eventually the fighting became my life. coming home every night with bloody noses and new scars, feeling satisfied with the savagery it brought in me. all my confusion of deception and lies that life wove into me were laid bare in my nightly matches.
for in the fight, there was only one truth. there is a victor and a loser. as the victor, i walked away, learning one more truth. one more mystery unraveled right before my eyes. that i was better than this man. and nothing will change that.
i forever stick by the first truth i had ever learned. that when you fight for yourself, everyone will hate you. if that is the case, i'll let my fists plow through ever fabrication and tactic placed to make me fall, and i will take on the whole world.