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Author: destroyed perfection
Fiction Rated: T - English - Romance/Angst - Reviews: 1 - Published: 09-10-05 - Updated: 07-21-08 - Complete - id:2004730

Sick Performance

I’m in a sick performance
Where the actors alongside me
Are in a sick predicament
And feel sick panic or sick pleasure

His friend won't help me
He won't look at me the same
She won't lose her cool

Why won't he pay attention?
She's nothing but dirt
His stupid buddy won't do anything
I'm in a sick performance

I'm the one he's with
But not the one he wants
What does she have that I don't?

I’m in a sick performance
Where Romeo is not in love
He's obsessed but not with Juliet
No, she's just a common pauper

His accomplice will sink with them
Because he won't turn them in
As much as he's disgusted

I'm in a sick performance
While he's in a sick predicament
Because sick panic and sick pleasure
Won't let go of each other

I'll steal away the limelight
She never deserved because
I'm in a sick performance

Give a bit, take a lot
I'll be the star while
She fades into the scenery
He'll get over it soon enough

But it doesn't work
Why does she always win?
He just won't stop chasing her

His confidant is forced into a sick predicament
Because he won't give up his sick pleasure
And she won't stop her sick panic
Putting us all in a sick performance

He's the prince
I'm the princess
We're meant to be

I've tried and tried again
To separate them but
He never wants to give up control
As long as she's there to succumb

I'm in a sick performance
Where the leading role is taken
By a girl who's imperfection at its best

She's stolen his reason and heart
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to be?
If I'm not the star of the show?

I'm not going to save the prince from regret
I'm not going to become the love of his life
My act in this play is to be the perfect enemy

Because sick panic and sick pleasure
Are meant to go together
When a sick predicament goes on
And the sick performance is long gone

So I'll take my final bow with bitterness
Because I've learned my painful lesson
Not everything appears to be what it seems

I'm in a sick performance where
In the end I don't matter because
Panic and pleasure are meant for each other
And sick feelings have a deeper meaning



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