Paris Jackson

this veritable unknown bad man in the mirror

would likewise beat it behind the mask

ben writhing in pain to feel best of joy

for (i can't make it) another day without billie jean

in this black or white

whirled wide webbed world

whereby hypnosis breaking news

like dangerous butterflies effects

ben tormented thus this earth song

time and again experience ye that doth

give in to me, sans like a loved one

gone to soon

but my spirit does want to heal the world

for tis only human nature

to feel claustrophobic shuttered in the closet

all a jam and smothered

yet...please keep the faith

and keep your head up

for tis much to soon

to erase off the wall memories

that perhaps one day in your life

pretty young thing, would will remember the time

happiness did roll and rock with you

like a rockin' robin, though now ye rankle

like a stranger in moscow

concluding supposed guardian angels

they do not care about us

minor bit players on the global stage

self reflection finds me wondering

if this is it blinded by unasked for fate

to be blinded in the limelight

haint no thriller

cuz...honestly, i wanna be startin' somethin' fresh

like...paris in springtime

then upon winter of moi descent

into the dimension beyond life

wondering if you will be there.