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Author: Romanze
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst - Reviews: 3 - Published: 08-20-08 - Updated: 08-20-08 - Complete - id:2561910

VERSE ONE:

The funny thing about being on such a high horse

Is you have farther to fall

The stallion will rear

I’ll revel in your fear

And on hands and knees you will crawl

You’ll beg for forgiveness

Beg me to end this

The lie still on your face

Sorry Princess

But everyone’s pissed

Watching you fall from grace

CHORUS:

Peroxide thoughts and plastic words

The cell phone people are invading

Your heart, it rots

They come in herds

Bring it on, I’m waiting.

Fuck me up.

VERSE TWO:

Isn’t it funny how the only human emotion left

Is self absorption?

Does it really matter?

Reading into blood splatters,

From Mary’s first abortion.

Your eyes are opening

Your hands are groping

First time feeling dirt

You disgust me

You’re fucking nothing

I hope that it hurts

CHORUS

BRIDGE:

It’s getting harder to love you

With everything you don’t do

Take another piece of me

Just take everything

Because I’m not here anymore

I’m naked down to the core

Every fiber of me exposed

Parts of me no one knows

I caught you in the act

Of demanding everything I lacked.

I’m done.

CHORUS (x3)



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