I disguised my past as a bedtime story
Why you ask?
Because there was no glory
I told you of the warrior-fools so many times
But did you ever look past it from a nursery rhyme?
We waited and waited but they never came
Was this a joke or some kind of game?
So we became of these humans and learned to love
Being human, until your recieved your glove
Grant, that fool, changing your minds
Telling you strange things time after time
And maybe soon enough he would make you believe
These things untrue, it would be you he'd decieve
"We are not from here," we told you so clear
As the bottles smashed, making us fear
That you were figuring us out, us warrior-fools
And that your body wasn't yours, but J.J. Pohl's
(based off of a novel, The Dark Side of Nowhere by Neal Shuesterman)
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