I make headlines
I’m on my reprise; it should be no surprise
when I rise to make a point that this joint
has been worn out, has been blown out and sneezed away.
So sway to the rhythm of something new, and maybe you’ll get a clue to who you are currently and who you’ll evolve to; futurly.
Because truly we all have curiosity as to who that will be
Especially when it comes to me,
that sweet pea,
Don’t you know how bright you shine?
The emeralds in your eyes are worth more than the hope diamond,
worth more than all the demands in this damn world;
for we are all walking in our own hells.
I think I’m finally starting to like who I become.
For this is the start of my story,
which will one day make