green eyes

Midnight Child

To save the day, I have to sell my soul

It's a god giving right to control your own, don't you think?

Or maybe it's a privilege with a plot twist

But a twist that so clear it's blurry to the naked eye

But love is the fireflies we use to all try to catch at night

At one point we all believe in fate and destiny but we lost the scent of hope when our ages became greater

I've been told countless of times

"You are a realist or a hopeless romantic", most guys are realist assholes that's why they get payed a lot

It's a shame people don't realize

You can both but only in the nick of time

People will open up and share a tale or two

Hope lost its ways and fantasies died

In minds of the young and dumb

Written by a mind probably corrupt by the system

Not so innocent and pure, just a little insecure