“There is something to be said about people living their very lives, taking on every adventure, seeking out new things, until their little hearts sing – I hate the lot of them, so sue me!!!“ Gun Roswell
Before there was a Dare Devil, but only the Devil remains
I used to be a Dare Devil, now, I am just a plain ole Devil
Cursing loudly, dooming all those daring venturers to the very pits of hell
Wherever they might just dwell, they know whom they area!
So, with that note, yeah, they will so go far, never minding what this ole Devil had to say.´
Just because they have all those dreams left in them, making them towards their destiny sway
Wanting to take a swing on the tallest branch and then dive into the great unknown without any qualm, doubt or whatever is needed to just do whatever their little rotten heart desires
Supposedly the fire within, and to inspire them to move along with their stunts and what nots.
Yeah, I might have been one of them, once, but not any more
What remains is the bitter punch, and that even is totally a chore to achieve
As once you have left that spicy spirit leave?
Well, there is nothing but bitterness, which will let the broken heart heave