Broken Men

I embraced the chance of a circunstance
I've wandered seduced and decreased by magnificence
of severes transgressions
And gave both ten sides of deception
Was fell to me to gracefully leave
And many times I did

I've set my fruits in place
Wherever someday they could ever call it a grace
Of not envolving themselves
And seamlessly and despairingly
I never bother myself to love them so affectionately

This time and place usually seems confusing
When I laid dead into your conceptions of good and bad
And how much it'll cost my sanity back
He was a hero and a knight in a shining intimidation
And I was a follower and the next of line on frustration
Oh, how patient I have been

If we don't get along
I was taugh right about right and wrong
If we don't get along
Though we try so hard to
We're ultimately not supposed to