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What feelings needed to be put on paper. |
You are my screaming waste of time My complicated princess divine Eerie silence words never spoken Forgotten forever, revoked get out of jail free token Imprisoned by your expectance of what I should be Never surely the right words to stop and clean up this mess Did I ever tell you how you looked in that dress? You see I am this, living to be guilty Timing is everything, you hit my last nerve What did I not do to endure this pain you feel I deserve A terrorist of the heart, out to get you in every way You’ve called the jury the clerk the witness had me tried and put-away Convinced in fear I feel no room for debate I wish I could remove all the misguided hate For when the trust is gone theres nothing left no room for a mistake Struggling for perfection to understand im doing my best All a tragic cowering confess Fucked up again telling my problems to the wind For it has no views or opinions to drill in Cannot be anything but who I am today Always apologising for what happened yesterday You triggered a foul chain reaction You are not satisfied showing it all too well Forgetting my day my night even how to spell The words of a much larger version of me I know My compassion and love a seed you cannot sow Tired and exhausted explaining myself Seems to you im the one that needs help I try and I try forgetting who I am Praying you wont persecute me again Doesent seem that day will come Hate me tomorrow as a clown who is no fun Making my own decisions surely cant be that bad Questioning to how it got here nothing left to brag Not needing opinions to settle my confused situation Gotten this far relying on a self serve station Think what you want of me I know this is another waste of your time But I am here trying I promise I'm not whining Not looking for anyone or anything else to lend a hand You are appreciated and you should know its true Would pray to laugh at this when its all through You see its something in you’re eye a hunger I cannot feed To watch it glisten at a passer-by Makes me wonder what its like to be satisfied. |