Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Like A Potato.

All day long
There's this dog that's barking
He doesn't like me
He sees in my mind

He knows my fears
He knows all of my desires
And he hates me
He can't wait to break me

All day long
There's this voice in my head
It's telling me all the things I wish I didn't think
But now those thoughts are all that's left

I know my fears
I know all of my desires
And I hate them
I can't wait to be broken.

All damn day
This clock is ticking
Cuckoo cuckoo where are you?
I'm still here meandering

Tell me what I've got to do
To feed this monster so much that it dies?
This bastard creature needs it's end
And I have more than enough to give

It wasn't a lie until the truth came out.
What difference does it make until there's no more doubt?

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