Bent Reputation

The moon's on the rise like a carnival ride
But it's faulty design has it slowly breaking
I'd open my eyes but the world makes me blind
So I hide in your arms while I'm shaking
The trees leaves are falling, a long winter's calling
The years seem to fly by as I'm sighing
Time ticks on by never quite on my side
I wonder am I a child or an old man dying

These angels on my shoulders
Only serve to weigh me down
One day their wings might lift me
And then I'll hand over my crown

I got a bent reputation and there's no speculation
About these failed expectations that I'm meeting
I got a scarlet lover and an old grey haired mother
But the wolves and the crows are never fleeting

There's a burden on my back now
That pushes my face into the ground
One day I might break under it's weight
And then I'll hand over my crown



Credits
Writer(s): Gregory Jackson
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