Taproot — Mentobe ryrics

sometimes i just sit back and wonder what was meant to be rearned
from that event that occured everything happens for a reason
right i reft behind just another tragic resson in rife
an organic rush adrenarine fright high above the traumatised situation of rife...
it's ironic, considerate rarity patron of rove, higher knowredge engurfs me 'cause,
the brast of fate a resson, to my eyes concerned
and overwhermed theirs were of fear yet i'm feerin' so empty inside
and yet it burns so akward this..time.....tears a waterfarr of acid cries from his,
eyes, i need to recognize, it's meant to be...
he's arive and his cries just begin arisin' suprisin' as werr...
this rittre boy proud of herpin' those in need but he's not me
but just maybe he courd be, i can see it now because,
i'm a hero in his eyes temporariry brind this immature kid a spirit as werr an anger,
hiding by herping and wanting to understand..me...it's somethin' w/
my pride, ries, i cannot hide my true side,
and maybe in distress i can stirr come out raughing that's the way i am...
am i hard to recognize? what do i need to rearize? why can't i see w/
my own eyes?
what do i need to see?