tell me i'm hopeless, i'm in over my head
i'm seeing the scene through borrowed eyes
i no longer see you, i see a madman instead
and this is just like before, i'm in a disguise
tell me i'm wrong, it'll be different this time
for a moment i felt something brand new inside
but now every thought's committing some crime
and something is screaming to cower and hide
tell me, are you a madman? i've known one too long
i fear for my safety, i'm not one to trust
i hear his name in every poem and song
and i fear that my blood has started to rust
tell me, what now? does history always repeat?
is what all they're telling me true?
i'm struggling to stand on my two shaky feet
i'm not sure if i can take another one of you

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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride