THE MAN IS DYING
Alot of heart patients don't make it
So what happens to Him who's heart broken?
He will
only live dying to fix the puzzle
The tissue peace of paper, a wasted war in the muscle
Slow cute poison; The man is gradually dying in the man
Now He could no longer run as fast as He ran
His reality is falling for a fading dream
His originality is reaping the Reaper's grim
Alot of heart patients don't make it
But how can He make it when His heart is breaking?
He used to be Mr. Right until He left for the wrong bride
He couldn't keep His mind so He lost His mind
The bird flew till the bird flu now It's almost done flying
Heaven beeps and Hell is dialing
He either live on trial or die trying
Only Him and Him alone can save Himself because the man in the man is dying...
