Breaking it all down.
Just look around.
A life so quaint.
A blotch of paint here and there.
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Why is fiction so much better the real.
A story book wedding.
A perfect house.
A perfect family.
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Watch me fade.
You wont change.
You play a game.
Leave a stain.
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Notes written in blood.
The intention of a malcontented suicide.
Medication for the kids.
Regretting the one life we live.
Its ours, all ours.
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Bitter sweet rose will you be mine?
Or am I wasting my time?
Bitter sweet rose you smell divine.
Do you have a succulent kiss?
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Perfect harmony, lets put it all together.
Every piece fits right.
But do we have the time.
Never enough, always wanted more.
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Writing my conscience. I
t knows exactly what to say, to keep that guilt that rides me so hard at bay. Bury the feelings.
I'm in control,
I know the difference between right and wrong.
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Destroying the pain inside.
How many lies do you hide behind.
How thick is that wall.
Will it crumble,
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The war is on, the battle is already won. With the words you speak cut right into me. Such a wicked little dagger. Now i shall draw with some blood. Paint a portrait, that describes the truth. Wrap it around your neck like knoose. Choking you from the insides. Building you up to tear your down.
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Broken bones.
All alone.
Scream but nothing comes out.
Shouts falling on deaf ears.
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