Blind

Tear drops of sorrow beating down upon my chest
For never knowing the true meaning of success
Genius and a rebel are the ways that you’re perceived
But how can anyone be so utterly deceived
How could I have been so blind all this time?
Now that all the scales have fallen from my eye
How could I have been so blind?
Words full of knowledge, lacking wisdom were just lies
Actions representing the very things that you despise
Self-deception fills you in the final hour
Holding back the wall of fear that threatens to devour
You tried to take me to an evil place
But I slipped right through your human hands
Lack of repentance was the reoccuring clue
History of contention points the finger back at you