Easy like a Sunday Morning
Smooth like Waters glass
Simple.

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Paramedics.
Pick him up.
My location?
Do you know how to get to me?
What will happen?
Catching me and my weapon.
Before he started Gulping.
Don't talk to the cops.
Insistent.
What's your name?
Where are you going?
Psycho.
Fall back.
Check for the finals.
Tuck and rolling.
Rockstar.
What is your name?
Where are you going?

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That has the tickling frayed string that annoys me. Much like your mind. I try to glide around ,and I get jerked backwards. Your fray snagging me violently on a hook stopping me cold. I start to pull on the annoying string and watch you unravel until I'm completely rid of you.

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Don't put off for today.
What you could write tomorrow.

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We will wait and see.
It will still turn out a surprise.
Not just for you, but also me.
I never can commit, I back out of things
like these. It is my fear of failure
That keeps the promises from me.

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The smell of a flower when the wind brings it by.
Using a step stool that never gets you high.
An umbrella just 10 minutes too late.
Oh falling out of is like a little bit of rain when your at the lake.
A sunburn when all you wanted was a tan.
A French kiss when all you gave was your hand.

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My enemies are steady knocking at my door
Gracious as I am I feed them dinner and ask if they need to stay. I'm so alone I wouldn't want it any other way.
I spend hours listening to the silver tongue telling me of my ugliness shortcomings, my downfall sure to come. They would never hurt a hair on my shamed little head.
But talk me into a blade across my wrist instead. I would hold my arms out for a straightjacket if they were to say it suited me. I think the world of them, why would they lie to me? As they plot and plan on my demise. I sit in the corner alone so weak all I do is cry. Fight back? I'm tired. After all I let them in. They said they were bringing love and friendship. So the benefit I gave them. That I have never had and seems never will. I will bring my own blood before a love is real. Suffering pain is me. I will quit fighting destiny.

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You came back
I saw this coming, how is it that I am able to see before you.
What did she do?
How did she let you down.
Why are you calling me now that you don't want her around?
Was she too immature, she didn't tolerate your friends, or maybe she did between her legs entertain all of them.
Did she feed you, hold you, listen all through the night to your fears and hopes as she vowed to silently join your fight. Did she have your back, could she put you on your knees? Did make fuck love to you like you never felt before? I see your disappointed that what you got was not me. But you left me for that trash so humble you should be.

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I am broken, but not from the start.
The system fucking failed me, then ripped out my heart. Judgement and accusations it's what sets us apart. You set your evil eyes upon us, every one of you played a part. The destruction and separation has bent me way to far. For me to ever recover from your lies and devil' ish parts.
How do you sleep at night with trauma, bleeding, crying, dying caused by your peaceful sleep so you can wake in the morning to watch another mother weep.
You do no justice and your laughter is crude. Your gang of life sucking leaches should listen really close cause I swear on my last breath you all will pay for what you do!

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I think of you,
When I'm surrounded by people I think of you.
The chatter around me
The silence has it's curse too
All these things insist on being you.
How do I get rid of you?
I don't want my thoughts to cross you anymore.
I'm plagued by images of you,
that I want, no more.
My heart seeks you out.
My brain tries to rid itself of you.
Either way, it's always you, you, you!

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