can you save me, from everything. can you pull me away from this game were playing. can you keep me in your dreams, and pretend im still everything. you told me you loved me, you lied, and you hugged me, and said everythings ok.my mind is torn, my bodys worn. im fighting, and trying to stop hiding,to keep myself sane. the flames are growing, the tears are flowing, i dont know if i can show my heart annyyymmooorree. do you love me, do you want me, or am i just another plaaayyything. theres a reason im this way, theres no time to explain, i just want you to know, i still want to go, through the rest of my life, with you as my wife. i dont care if its seven, eleven, or twenty four, it doesnt matter anymore as long as i can have you, love you, through the rest of time, and call you mine.
even though you probably wont see this or at least not for a while but i still love you and i am still trying to get myself under control
LOVE THE PROPHET
loley and fighting, foolish and loving, an unrealized prophet due to the peasantry
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