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Sunday Rat Paradeodd desire to whichI'm unaccustomed to it's as ironic as it is unsettling it's like a tug of war pull me apart how could I be my own casualty? unlike me.. so often I've been the wicked scandalous and illicit uncertainty's non existant usually not today though mentiras - para ti sangre - para ti todo - para ti contorting what I know to be reality this aint how it's meant to be!? once whipping loose tongue - black, forked now seemingly clamped by slender hand this is me paradoxically oh how the mind screams for some relief... (please!) tongue snaps once and all is undone now you'd take back everything you gave to me (thief!) but you can't run from this spiteful tongue... so often it was mere semantics handicap? my advantage always ready, always able not today though no hay paz para mí no alegría para mí nada para mi can't help feel that you owe me a reality that's familiar to me shifty eyes turn clear roll back so easily tongue tied once again shame on me little pride on this day of grief watch me bleed for nothing wondering how this could ever be real and how it came to be... what was that a nightmare? a lapse in judgment? oh well, whatever no more tug of war it's so damn familiar now push, pull back and forth 'til you're worn right down down |