I Realized
He was my knight shining through the dark
No matter what others said they knew
He was always the light shining through
Even if he did always hit the mark.
Then I got a little bit older
Experiences came and went
Peering through the vent
I realized something with a little bit of wonder
He stayed out late
His words always sting
But he could joke and sing
So maybe he’s still great
Then I got a little bit older
And things got a little more violent
Bruises upon my skin in the shade of violet
I realized something with a little bit of wonder
He hid behind laughter to disguise his evil scheme
He isn’t a hero
And I deserve better than a zero
Even if I’m his namesake
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