why do we play this game
this tug o war
this illusion.
are we just as lost as we think we are
just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
I don't think you are...
not like me.
not a fractured puzzle who cant find his pieces.
a broken ken doll that lost his face lift.
its my dharma, my karma, and my melted portrait.
a filtered landscape made of cuts a bruises.
love TRUE love it hits me in the face
love this love TAKES ME ON.
I'm lost in translation and i speak perfect English.
but its this missed-communication that fuels my ANGUISH
so...
STOP CLOSING YOUR EYES.
STOP PUTTING ME LAST
STOP MAKING ME CRY
STOP WASTING MY GAS
STOP TELLING ME LIES
STOP BEING SO DULL
STOP BUYING ME THINGS
STOP LEAVING ME DROLL
STOP THIS MIXED UP COMPASS
STOP DRAGGING ME BACK
WHY SHOULD I COME WHEN I AM THE WASTED FLACK
I raise a glass and drink to my torment because this Demon LOVES me
more.. than.. you.
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