Front Runner Out Of Reach And (georgia) Peach
six digit offers come calling to one's who sell a certain name
this rough draft tragedy brings contracts and a spine tingling pain
I find myself sick of this setting of this character I play
and this poor scenery brings darkness and a face that's painted grey...
I don't want this to break my skull into a million pieces
that i left out in the cold
I can't see you anymore
poor puppet master in command of all the soldiers he will train
to bring his tired story in all its glory to the big screen
for three hours of unbearable pain
that made him ink this drama in the first place
I don't want this to break my skull into a million pieces
that i left out in the cold
I can't see you anymore
would you care if I rewrote the lines?
made the characters all die?
and would you care if I rewrote every line?
and took the credit 'written by' ?