Hi this is Boo! He likes tales of terror >:)
You, adorned with crimson and gold
Toil at your desk every night
Not paying mind to what you’ve been told
You try to do ‘right’, it’s futile.
You’re always on edge and you strive for perfection with
Planning and measuring every detail
I watch you draw, erase, draw and then black out again
And you never admit wanting fame or attention
You only work hard so your structures won’t fail
Is seeing it finished worth every Mora you spend?
Within every building made with pride
The architect lives on inside
Shining paint, a marble heart
Tirelessly makes works of art
You build day by day
Sculpt your dreams out of clay
But you hopе that your towers don’t fall
So I won’t have to see
The writing on thе wall
Keeping track of all of your mistakes
The penalties heavy, you drown
I come to say, That’s not all it takes
For your walls to come crumbling down.
But then you ignore me, advice turning voiceless
As I further tell you to not waste away
Cover your ears and fill your own heart with the lies
Saying You need to suffer, and starve, cause you always
Can’t settle for less, need to have it your way
Cause maybe, just maybe, they’re trying to give you a sign
That with every building made with pride
The architect is locked inside
Walls press in and choke your heart
Any day, you’ll fall apart
I scream and I pray
That I’ll reach you some way
Cause together we can make it through
I will be there soon
The writing on the wall
Every day, we play this game of chance
Whirling through a desperate dance
Sketching visions in our heads
Then you rip them all to shreds
Not once did you share
Pain you shouldered, but bared
Did you notice me watch over you?
I’ve seen all the things your brush had made you do
Now that all your buildings, towering high
Crumble down, you’re trapped inside
Finished ending at the start
Now it’s time to play my part
I’ll come save your soul
As your “right way” takes a toll
And then at the end of it all, I will rewrite your fate
As writing on the wall
