I must have been mistaking, because now I've been stretched to the point of breaking. But do you care? Are you even really there?
Your reasoning is gibberish to my ears - "What's the point of tears?"
How can you ask that question without a trace of guilt on your fearsome face? You stare me down, looking straight through my eye, demanding of me that I never cry while tears stain my cheeks and drip from my chin . . . You just always have to win, so I always have to lose, don't I? Do you even realize it's your own fault that I cry?
Just leave me alone, for once in your life! From my back remove your knife!
Your words are like punches, beating me down. You dare not let me question who wears the crown. But all those things you said . . . you lied. Surely you are empty inside . . . But what is it with you and tears? Weakness and fears? Why are they outlawed? Perhaps you're just a fraud . . .
But I dare not think that way! Oh, way must my mind stray? You'll find out for sure, and my treacherous thoughts you won't ignore . . .
I didn't mean it, I swear! But about my reasoning you do not care . . . What about me; do you care about that or anyone else? When you speak everything around me melts as tears obscure my view . . . My tears are because of you! So leave me alone, please . . . Just blow away in the breeze. I don't want you here anymore, but you thrive at my vary core, shouting in my ear; saying I'm weak because of my fear.
But you're the main reason I'm afraid! For long enough I've played your little game. It really is a shame that I ever listened to you in the first place. But now it's time for you to leave without a trace; you've been here far too long, telling me that I'm not strong.
"You're weak! You cry and you love when you should suck it up and shove! You are inferior! For your interior is so very vulnerable. But you aren't incurable. I can make you stronger if you just let me stay a while longer."
I'm tempted to listen like I always do, but then I realize you're asking for my permission; you're begging for my submission!
You're what makes me weak! You're the one who makes my eyes leak . . . and it's my own fault, because I allowed you into my precious vault. I let you into my heart, just to have you try and break it apart. You're the one who's inferior! For your interior is bleak, black, and blank, making you rude, mean, and frank . . .
Well, guess what? For once I get to win, because I'm kicking you out and not letting you back in, ever, never again.
Your reasoning is gibberish to my ears - "What's the point of tears?"
How can you ask that question without a trace of guilt on your fearsome face? You stare me down, looking straight through my eye, demanding of me that I never cry while tears stain my cheeks and drip from my chin . . . You just always have to win, so I always have to lose, don't I? Do you even realize it's your own fault that I cry?
Just leave me alone, for once in your life! From my back remove your knife!
Your words are like punches, beating me down. You dare not let me question who wears the crown. But all those things you said . . . you lied. Surely you are empty inside . . . But what is it with you and tears? Weakness and fears? Why are they outlawed? Perhaps you're just a fraud . . .
But I dare not think that way! Oh, way must my mind stray? You'll find out for sure, and my treacherous thoughts you won't ignore . . .
I didn't mean it, I swear! But about my reasoning you do not care . . . What about me; do you care about that or anyone else? When you speak everything around me melts as tears obscure my view . . . My tears are because of you! So leave me alone, please . . . Just blow away in the breeze. I don't want you here anymore, but you thrive at my vary core, shouting in my ear; saying I'm weak because of my fear.
But you're the main reason I'm afraid! For long enough I've played your little game. It really is a shame that I ever listened to you in the first place. But now it's time for you to leave without a trace; you've been here far too long, telling me that I'm not strong.
"You're weak! You cry and you love when you should suck it up and shove! You are inferior! For your interior is so very vulnerable. But you aren't incurable. I can make you stronger if you just let me stay a while longer."
I'm tempted to listen like I always do, but then I realize you're asking for my permission; you're begging for my submission!
You're what makes me weak! You're the one who makes my eyes leak . . . and it's my own fault, because I allowed you into my precious vault. I let you into my heart, just to have you try and break it apart. You're the one who's inferior! For your interior is bleak, black, and blank, making you rude, mean, and frank . . .
Well, guess what? For once I get to win, because I'm kicking you out and not letting you back in, ever, never again.
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