Back In Contol

Look in the mirror how shallow
being so dramatic got to stay mellow
want to hold you close, but it's a hocused
young fellow pretty poison
turned yellow do not know what to do
so wrapped in emotions
cannot control anger
too much tears for a ranger
strange faces
rearrange places
tangled lies such a disgrace
wallow in fears
peer pressured for years
swallow beers
many mistakes near
dare i take this last stand?
stay clear
be peer
in command
handed a wand
one last chance Paton
Satan dissolves
the lord revolves

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