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Cheekysoap Feb 2014
Print my face on the welcome mat,
Wipe your feet, twice, and take off your hat.
D'you come alone?
Then make yourself at home.

The vibe in here, its quite sickly,
Think before you speak, but speak quickly.
A perfect balance between tense and mellow.
And the *** has stained the walls a lurid yellow,
The site of which will make you mad,
But that's all we ever had.

Please don't stare at them for too long,
Or everything you do will begin to seem wrong.
And don't let the mirrors fool you, that's not a real smile.
But you can stay and rest here for a while.
A seemingly perfect, place to hide,
With plenty of holes to crawl in and die.
Mind the gap between the floor and the ceiling,
I cant shake this feeling,
This isn't my home.
Yeah,

I'd rather be alone.
Cheekysoap Jan 2014
We'll climb the hills
Another day,
Build a boat
And sail away.
I'll get a job
Another day,
Buy a house
And decorate.
We will be rock stars,
Another day,
We'll have kids
And watch them play.
But not today,
I lie here in your bed with you
And today, it is here I want to stay.
Cheekysoap Jan 2014
Pretty people
everyone is equal
look out for the sequel
where I explain
we're not all the same.
Cheekysoap Jan 2014
Whatever you want I'll give it to you.
Take my hand, take the whole arm,
Take both, but do him no harm.

Whatever you want I'll give it to you.
Ask me to run, that's what I'll do,
I'll run to the end of the world and back;
Each day, but let him stay.

Whatever you want I'll give it to you.
Tell me what you want , God;
Can't you see!
I'll give you whatever you want,
But please don't take my Grandad from me.
Cheekysoap Jan 2014
Cut me, I'll bleed.
Cheat me, I'll weep.
But don't leave me, I won't sleep..

Lie in bed,
Hold my breath
And wish for death..

Forget me, you'll try
Forgot me? you lie
Because I know
I've tried
I've bled, and I've cried.

I've given up trying to sleep,
Now I just hold my breath and count sheep.
Cheekysoap Jan 2014
Maybe one day
You'll wake up happy
And you'll know
It's because I made you that way

You'll call me up
I'll be at home
Sat by the phone.


Miserable and alone.
Cheekysoap Jan 2014
Make music, make money.
Life is funny (hahaha)
If I could make money
I'd make it sing to me
I'd buy a mocking bird,
For my money tree.
But that's not life,
And neither is this poem
I started with a rhyme,
Now i don't know where it's going.
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