Mind Slave - Poem by mandy wandy
I beliebe in that thing called fate
Hey, sorry postpone this pointless date if you don't want someone who's always gonna' be late
Make up your mind, i'm impatient sick of waiting
I'm virtually impossible, so chances are I've began to hate you
Do you think I take things too, too far?
Does it disappoint you I'm nothing more than a giant heart scar
Have you ever thought about spantaneously pushing us over the edge, just for a quick look-see?
Just to get this bunkum over with for me
Have you ever made me your mind slave, never to be set free
I don't need your sickness, without you I'll have no aggravated stress
I don't want anymore of this more than fake attention
I used to love putting you through this secretive apprehension
But now it is just getting old
This thing is starting to grow black mold
Is their anyway I can cut these puppet strings?
I need some scissors so i can end this nonsenical fling
I said I believed in fate but this definately isn't it
The off-kilter candle was shortly lit
I blame you for your pain
Maybe I'm a little vain but certainly not insane
Your oddly way obssessive
I get bored so easily being evil and possessive
So wheres the green/red exit?
It's okay I'll find it
'Cause I got to get out of your loving shit
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