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