Sprung traps
An old song
Already sung that
Won't be long before I come back

Me mad at me
Business as usual
Not the only casualty
New and old, both fantasies

A slow growing strength
Shelters the ego
It's cancerous hate
But he knows it's only fate

Sometimes the pain
Masquerading as passing faith
Does nothing but leave a stain
And a permanent frown on your face

And sometimes the hurt
Under the surface where it lurks
Should be given wide berth
Because addressing it will only make things worse

Sometimes the hate
Waiting to reach the boiling point of rage
Puts you beside yourself into another state
A place where every choice is a mistake

But sometimes the love
Oddly sanctimonious in everything it does
Slithers through the detritus and picks you up
Makes you realise the cycle's not over but only just begun

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And she didn't even say hi.

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I couldn't seem to say goodbye.

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I met another for the night.

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Still can't seem to get you out of my mind.

Damnation in a ****** nation.
Your thoughts are only your own if you don't say them.
From simple complexities to advanced basics.
We are an oxymoron and it's time to face it.
That or otherwise become complacent.
Then you'll have an excuse for when the human race ends and you're in the last placement.
Words to ears are not superior to feet to pavement.
Enough talk, only action can save us.

All the sad lonely people
Trudge along
Alone frome cradle to grave
Life's a sad, sad song

Goodbye
Goodbye
I won't miss you
Goodbye

If love is blind
Hate can truly see
Be careful of where you aim
Because eventually it's where you'll be

Truth is stranger than fiction
Fiction is better than you
You are not who you were
And that is the truth