Oh Well

The man that was a monster

i thought was a hero.

The one that was washed up in a sea of alcohol

was the real evil of them all.

If i had a dime from every time

i looked in his eyes and saw a devil

i would be able to fly away

from the mess we call a home

but i always assumed he was amazing tell the day

a flash of evil came out and i begin to feel a monster in my eyes

as i cry out at the sky,

seeing everything i thought was good in my life.

Was really a lie.