the problem is, I’m just too quick
too quick to assume
too quick to let my worries turn to truth
my visions come alive
its like i take the worse scienero
and turn it into fate
i want it, i wish it
fight with me, take the bate
i am a realist, with a morbid twist
i see the end so clear
i know all the outcomes, i envision the lies
so there is nothing left to fear
ill keep you distant, but hold you tight
physically ill be there
but in my mind ill plot our demise
id rather run than watch the fire
even if its just a flare
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