I can smell the freshly cut time.
It whirls through my head,
Like a sour slice of lime.
It flows through my veins,
Destroying my blood cells,
And causing me pain.
The hair slides down my back,
Like summer in the wind.
Showing all the things I lack.
Love seems like yesterdays' hate,
While waiting for the envy,
Served with a knife on a plate.
The dust floats by,
The lamb cries in the tree,
And I stick the needle in my eye.
Jealousy, rage, torment, and sin.
They're all for the hopeless romantic
Now sit while I go for a spin.
Unhappiness and loneliness cry out in the dark,
The forest of pain swallows me,
And I put the car in park.
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