Am I just a *******
function to you
Less than a human,
half a friend
Stuck aback in
a dead end
Someone to talk to
Rather than to care for
Someone to use
and to sow despair for
You may speak fondly now
but how could I care
When your words are
just the leeway for a loss
The noose that tightens
up the loose ends
Is slowly tearing off
And exclusive, that’s the
word you’re dreaming of
Because the ghost in the group
Is ******* fed up
Of all the shadows
on which he's tripping up
They are there because I am not
I am isolated; without a lie
It’s surely what you’d prefer
One for all is not at all
Not any more
So gladly go and throw me out
I might be lucky enough
to find something else
So go ahead and **** me off
I’ll be gone before you
can seal the lock
That keeps me out
Cut me out of old pictures and
Censor me for Caesar’s sake
But you know that he wouldn't
give a **** anyway
Lavish the lock that binds closed doors
Because it’s keeping me from keeping scores
Of all the times that I became a gravestone
Worn and still and often forgotten,
fed thorns through roses and other lies
that tore my trust from side to side
bruising amity until it was rotten
We think foxes tread the woods alone
through choice and not at all assume
that they’re strayed away because
the wolves have only wished it so
Well, the ghost in the group
is ******* fed up
That they are there
because he is not
and communications
have become corrupt
They’re **** out of luck
If they believe that he’ll
take this and they're ****
out of luck if they want
to earn trust and they’re ******
out of love if they think they can run
They are only there
because he is not
but this fox isn’t
willing to be forgot
He’s heard enough *******
To break old ground
He extends his voice
and they can't hear
the sound
It's exclusivity, wrying
and he’s tiring of trying
and he’s tiring of being
treated as if he’s less of
a friend in a pack that
promotes its' own
friendship as fair
and the ghost in the group
regurgitates the past
when he’d be left alone
without a word to pass