Diamond In the Rough
The Diamond in the rough has been lost in the masses of panicked flesh
He looks through the eyes of the unnoticed,
He thinks with the questioning of his being,
He only looks to escape the day
The Diamond in the rough only leaves in the night
bereft of joy he entraps his plight
He makes music alone waiting for pain to escape
he looks in the mirror and cries at his face
the Diamond in the rough he's escaped far away
He's tired of the masses he sticks to like clay
He walks the silk plains and travels alone,he's severed all contact with his past and his home
His potential may be realized and maybe it won't
He writes in his soul what his eyes have absorbed
They hear it and like it but they always want more
His soul's been exchanged by demons in suits
For MTV slots, platinum plaques,drugs,sex, and a bust in a room
The Diamond in the rough,no longer there lies
but he's had enough he's decided to fly
The fame and the fortune has darkened his day
It's tragic, but masses proclaim him cliche'
He knew they would view him as weak,and then scared
Nothing else mattered he was always prepared
He couldn't fear fear any longer inside
Alone in a tower a diamond he died
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