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