Can you really blame me?
For trying to be
My own
Person?
Do you think I really?
Give a crap about what you think?
Maybe if you gave me a chance
Then I'd tell you what I know
I think I'm going into a trance.
Between the desert and the snow
I'll tell you now
I'm having' cow
And with this vow:
I'll get back at you somehow
I'm original
Not trying to be something I'm not
I can't help the fact I'm hot
To envy me
Is to hate me
For I've got everything
I'll tell you now
I'm having a cow
And with this vow: I'll get back at you
somehow
When I was a young kid
You were always there
Like a Gilded Lock
Without the beauty
Substance is everything
So what are you?
You're just a fog
"Draco,
what are you writing?" His father asked
him.
"No-nothing."
He covered up the parchment.
A/N- this was actually going to be my band's
first real song. But it sounded a
little Gothic, or Columbine to me…. So when in doubt- blame it on Lucious!
Shankz