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It's only a matter of time before I throw you away
An old wrapper
A flavor I am over
So honest so real
Why do I lie?
And put on a mask?
Perspectives you see
Aggressive aggressive
I bathe in passivity
Heartless and careless
I build you up
But if you can't keep up
Boy, bye
Boring boring
If I’m not entertained
Well this is
Goodbye
It's not personal
It is what it is
We all have an expiration date
And honey, yours is up
Resentment is all I know
If you were excluded from your own blood
You would do the same
It's only a matter of time
Until they do it to you too.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
How much less can I endure?
My body the vehicle of despair
Puncturing my throat
To soothe my soul
The dim days
Swayed my name
Seduction my drug
Wishing for the daylight
Slowly disappearing
So much so I forgot my winters
Slowly but surely
One day at a time
Maybe one day my Summer will come.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
Our goodbye
A sad view
We never knew
Three years of blue
You held my heart too close to yours
What's left of me?
Can I love?
Can I heal?
I dream of you from time to time
You are mine
Born again
You remind me of a time
A time of young and wild
Forgive me, Kim
I feel brand new
Like when I was free with you
But time let me let you go
For someone brand new
Send me prayers
To release my wounds
And courage to heal my heart
Lord, let's try again
To go on and love once again.
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
Worlds away
I can't wish to stay
If not you then I
A new dream
A real-life runaway
It smells so sweet
Just around the corner
It couldn't be any further
So appealing
Am I running away?
Where is my curiosity?
Where is yours?
So yeah, London I fancy you
Shiny and new
But you can never
Take away what is true.
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
You
The exception is you
They all carry two
The ego and you
But it's you
You splash the generalization
Out of the crowd
Cause he
Knows he knows
His blushing cheeks
Light up my night
Cause she
Plays with time
Flashing before trusting eyes
Oh behave of truth and divine
Someone get this boy by her before
A twist in time
Nothing but faith
He waits owing his life to time
While she flies through time
Like we’ve all got time
He lays in my bed with not a worry in mind
She wonders
Is he introspective and delightful?
A dream of a one of a kind
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
Observing since the age of five
Kids were watching bugs bunny
While I was watching my parents expressions
Trying to stay inline
Sitting at the top of the stairs
Never knowing what my life would become
Until one-day depression would fancy my name
It whispers in dark alleyways
Knowing my every move
Saying, “I own you”
Oh, do you?
Meet me at 11 am each day
After a beautiful day
Along with a week of massage beds and therapy sessions
When dark meets the light
And each day less and less of a hold
Until one day
I stop buying into you
You'll wash away
Leaving scars and seaweed on shores
I'll speak of love letters against the sunset
“Besides the distance and memories can we be friends?”
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
If only people knew
The days it took to be this way
You are so cool
It's a shame some will never know
The magical days
Where thoughts danced away
They will never witness the test of time
The pain waving the road of how mind and body collide
They will never feel
The night's sadness and sandcastles brushing against Hands turned sharp crystals into ocean waves
They will never hear about
The nights you looked at the sky with no moon insight
Only in your heart therefore your world
It's too bad that they don't know
They just don't know
How you are so cool
Every day you just keep adding years
To that spiritual clock
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
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