Don't need to go to hell
Ain't an angel that fell
Living on a wire
But not a lire
In my worlds I'm the sire
My soul is bounded with fire
Yes with fire but it's wet
Always breaking a sweat
I'm old but still a boy
Not a toy
To be played
Not in the worlds I've made
Why rivals and hate
We should be friends and create
Peace and security
Friendship in totally
Different minds
Maybe there happiness hides
But I can't find it alone
Even if I had a clone
We would cry together
Cuz we know about us however
Writing so much,broke a finger
Feeling even worse, never better
