Kryptonite
I woke today and saw that you were gone
Dont know if you were right i guess now I must have been wrong
Shaking my head in the mirror only thought is nevermind
You were my kryptonite
I was your Superman
The faces in the street all look like the spit of you
Long blonde hair bright blue eyes and the devil singing from your heart
As I keep walking I just hope these dreams subside
Your face a point blank range oh how i wish i died
Friends call me crazy
How right they could be
I guess my mind should be
In a better place and time
With no conflicts of interests or tears of sorrow
Am I back on solid ground
My world is rosey now
I back to how I was
The madness now burried on the dark side of the moon
No need for phone booths
No need for lois lane
Just me, myself, this player has returned to the game
Copyright © Matt Doe | Year Posted 2009
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