Robert Can't Flyy

theres no chick in psycic
but somehow he read your mind like meg
and theres no pain in his vains
but still the puddle by your side spreads
and he'll fail once again to be by your side
he'll fail once again to win back his pride

but robert can't flyy
theres an ash cloud in the skyy
so he cant be in your arms tonight
although he never seemed the weak type
your tears will still bleed through his eyes
a small substitute for his flight

we all wanna die but
its living that brings us closer to death
these words echo through his mind
as he struggles to catch his breath
he knows he's not everybody
he knows he's jsut a nobody

but robert can't flyy
theres an ash cloud in the skyy
so he cant be in your arms tonight
although he never seemed the weak type
your tears will still bleed through his eyes
a small substitute for his flight

dieing wont bring anyone happiness
it will bring tears and something less
a headache and a blood staines dress
but dont cry for him he's already dead

but robert can't flyy
theres an ash cloud in the skyy
so he cant be in your arms tonight
although he never seemed the weak type
your tears will still bleed through his eyes
a small substitute for his flight

The End

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