Punk Pøetry

champiøn's advantage

It feels empty like cøld water

A rushed heart entrapped within a paralyzed figure

And all øf your accusations balance upøn your lip ring

But the ønly thing making me sick is høw I clearly can see the way yøu cuff yøur wrist tø his ankle

I keep in mind, that the victøry øf a øne-sided war falls intø the hands øf the øne whø has chøsen nøt tø participate

This is called the champiøn's advantage

And by it's løgic, I dø believe that yesterday was a win før me, regardless øf høw it makes me feel

And tøday, I have nø way to determine whether ør nøt I have crøssed yøur mind

Sø take yøurself

Take yøur friends

Take yøur suppressed thøughts

And gø

Disappear the same way yøu came

Gø in that directiøn and døn't løøk back

Please...døn't ever løøk back

Because the idea that I may be førgøtten in this instance, is all I have tø cømført me, yøu knøw?

I was ønly being as I am and I prømise yøu I never willed tø hurt anyøne

But if this is the way has tø be, then let's let it be

I høpe you live in peace