Lyrus - Blog Posts

Life’s Too Short To Be Dancing With The Devil

Where am I? My hands are tied. Turn on the lights, And I see you standing, Over me, It's hard to breathe! I can't believe that you'd do this to me! Years of us building the trust up! No love was ever enough. I'm foolish to think we were friends. It's funny how it ends. You know, When times get tough you always give up. I know your smoking gun's the tip of your tongue. You take your aim to point the blame It's time we let it go. So save your lies, behind those eyes you're a devil in disguise!

Obsessed With Your Legacy-

Your sentences border on senseless! And you are paranoid in every paragraph. To how they perceive you!

I was younger than you are now When I was given my first command. I led my men straight into a massacre! I witnessed their deaths firsthand- I made every mistake, And felt the shame rise in me. And even now I lie awake, Knowing history has its eyes on me.... History has its eyes on me...

Let me tell you what I wish I’d known When I was young and dreamed of glory: You have no control Who lives, who dies, who tells your story. I know that we can win. I know that greatness lies in you! But remember from here on in: History has its Eyes on you!

(( Washington cannot be left alone to his devices Indecisive, from crisis to crisis The best thing he can do for the revolution Is turn n’ go back to plantin’ tobacco in Mount Vernon))