Storm
Nothing but a waste
you’re just a reckless disgrace
too much power
for a deceiver
It's not right
I see light
It's not near enough
for me to go
It's my choice
so don't you treat me like a play toy
I'm not yours
to control
Cause I will storm in after you
If you take her far away from me
And I will storm in after you
If you take her to the grave with thee
You take our race for granted
and you're highly overrated
you're always taking
my friends
It's not right
I see light
It's not near enough
for me to go
It's our choice
so don't you treat us like we're play toys
we're not yours
to control
I will storm in after you
If you take them far away from me
And I will storm in after you
If you try and take them to the grave
Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013
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