I get so sick of everything
most of all, you
do you not have anything else
better to do?
your laughter buds thorns in my heart
I wake and dream
knowing that my breath
has become your spite
take my spirit through
the looking glass
give me a glimpse of the other side
while I cradle my wishless star
misery, a red cloak on my back
but you say you love me
you say-its all right
and I can't believe
how easily I just
close my eyes
and fall so deep
and believe you
cause that's what I do
what do they call them?
cotton candy dreams
your tongue has a tatse
and the pink is as bitter as ink
and like ink
doubt stains, spreads black
I thought you said
everything would be all right?
Your hands
are seducing
I grab ahold, and squeeze
my poison comfort
wake up!
I can hear myself
loud, clear
"Stop being so stupid!"
I wish you would listen to me...
Author notes
This song is about me. It's me, speaking to me. At the time, I didn't realize what it was about but now that I'm sitting here typing it-it came. We are so good at deceiving ourselves. We can do more damage to ourselves sometimes, far worse then anyone else can. We are the confidence, the insecurity, the sweet dreams, and the nightmares. Sometimes are choices are wise, and at most, foolish. In the end, it's up to us to decide how we want to live. No one else can do that for us. We either choose to live in faith, or crumble in doubt.
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