| Collapse Of The Epitome Flowing like a good boy Flowing like a rhyme I am better than most men I am one of a kind Being who I am It�s not as easy as it seems I can�t face reality Because I�m afraid of what it might be I see her sitting over there Looking so very cold I wish I could go over there And make her feel real bold But something jut comes over me I am no longer bold On the inside I begin to cry Slowly losing control Now this is over The end is finally here I don�t really wanna go But I can�t control my fears I feel I can�t trust anybody That�s no bullsh*t lie The end is near But I will never say die |