Friday, May 7, 2010

You’re not going to shoot me down.

And I would die for hours, write for hours, supply the flowers. 
This is history in the making, 
now shut the fuck up and let me make it.

Fuck what you want, watch me stand on the world as I sit in a throne 
And if I jump Im going to fly and look into the eagles eye 
and see I am lookin like you, why? 
Bitch see, it gets me how nothing gets me or get to me, 
And if youre shootin for the stars 
then just shoot me.

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