"Once upon a time I was child-like
I was a cute little bastard, one of a kind,
Looking through the telescope at the star light,
Standing in the windy fields without a friend in sight..."
As I walked through this life of seething pain, spilling so much blood, it was pouring like rain. I never pondered at the thought of what I could possibly gain in this circular existence of hatred and misery, like an animal unchained.
Baby, you know I kept on running and gunning, building up this false image of where I didn't need anybody, I was stunning and cunning. Bullets were flying and the tides were rising, and yet all I could think of was:
"Once upon a time I was child-like,
I was a cute little bastard for the longest time,
Without a drop of sickness in this blood of mine,
Now I have a heart left dark, and scarred by life"
I often wondered why I'd get carried away, every time I'd drop kick some stranger that got in my way. Were they helping me? Where they fighting me? I could never ever tell, it's hard to see life for what it is through a hard-ass thorny shell. Beyond this shitty life, I knew something was missing, didn't need a single memory to know that, every time I'd be reminiscing. Not to be dissin', but I felt unworthy every time you and I'd be kissin', no matter how much we fought, no matter how little we slept in bed, I could always count on you to listen, so I said:
"Once upon a time I was a kid, alright?
For the life of me I can't remember what I was like,
Something about telescopes, and lights in the sky at night,
A part of me is here, but I don't feel right...
Baby, it feels like I'm living half a life."
Fighting my inner demons, I bled and I wept, regretting every promise I made, but never kept. My lungs lapped at the burning air. I never looked back, I tried not to care, as I stood in the middle of a raging inferno somewhere. I punched and I kicked until my bones were exposed, no hangover I ever had made me feel this sick, but that's the way it goes. With the last of the monsters dead, I fell to the floor, as my vision began to fade, I saw a bright light coming from an open door. Who knew that getting to paradise would be this much of a chore, fighting life at every turn, with hands full of blood and gore?
I never thought it would feel so great to be dead, then from the light, you gave me your hand and said,
"Once upon a time you gave me a beautiful life,
It was full of pain, but it was yours and mine,
Baby I won't let you go, it's not your time,
Not until you find the other half of your life..."
So now I walk on with you in my mind,
It sure does feel great to rest and unwind...
But in the dead of night, I look up to the somber sky...I gaze at the starlight and I can't help but cry. The jack ass inside of me screams "God damnit, why?!" when I look to my left and you're not by my side. I think to myself I can't wait to die, so I can go to you and say "Once upon a time in my bloody life, I saw magic in the sky at night..."