Weary Limbs Are The Hardest To Pull.

I never promised I'd make it out okay, just alive.
That's what I said, so that's what I did.
I hope you don't mind.
Rhetorical question, don't bother to answer
Cause I'm afraid of how, how you'll answer.

I walked through all seven levels and stayed in some,
Quite a while, quite a while.
I literally dance with the devil when I looked in the mirror,
Forgot how to breath when the world caught on fire.
Made residence within an empty mind
And frankly my dear, that's just fine.
Are you suprised?

I'm not so sure it matters because I got back to you.
Held my ground, and I walked on through.
Seven levels of my worse nightmares
For you, only you.
And I survived, survived (Are you suprised?)

I'm weary but living but I'll take many more breathes.
I know you will too.
So lets make amends and forget the lives we've led
Since we both got here
And we're far nor near.

I walked here on these weary limbs and battered shoes
Hoping that you'd be amused.
And here you are, watching me.

Throwing punches at invisible monsters
And soundless ghosts

Are you suprised? Are you?