What You Think by The Internet /// published on 2010/08/05 11:00:43 +0000 There was a time when things were clean and simple, but those times are gone. Replaced by photographs of you. It don't compare to anything I had inside my mind, my genius just can never take on you. I don't pick the shirts you wear, my fashion only involves dares from you. (Where you going now, hotshot? What you thinking of, big time? Do you think you can speak clear? Do you wander at real fear? Do you work for your money? Are you walking out the box? Well, don't, it's just a wasted fuckin effort) I won't pretend that I'm a real hero when the real ones are dead. Paint is a virtue and my patience thins, the gossip burns my head. (All she told me was to not try this at home So I asked her, "are you an angel or what?" She just looked me in the face and said:) Your look is different and your ego slips, is that what you call spite? Kid don't be stupid or you'll end up floating on a riverbed at night. If you can't cope then find a better hobby, cause this one just ain't right. And if you ever quit I'll be right here, to welcome back the fight. She just looked me in the face and said "come on!"