I'm alone in a crowded room.
I hear the faint sound of music.
But I pay no interest.
I have to find something to steal my sobriety.
I see hatred in the eyes of judgement.
And temptation is drunken,
Therefore becoming,
More seductive by the second.
A love rusted over,
And a damsel in distress,
Trying to tarnish the lamp,
But the genie refuses freedom.
And the genie feels no remorse,
For refusing to grant a wish,
From a removed stranger.
Because his refusal is in good faith.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 3:14 AM UTC
I'm alone in a crowded room.
I hear the faint sound of music.
But I pay no interest.
I have to find something to steal my sobriety.
I see hatred in the eyes of judgement.
And temptation is drunken,
Therefore becoming,
More seductive by the second.
A love rusted over,
And a damsel in distress,
Trying to tarnish the lamp,
But the genie refuses freedom.
And the genie feels no remorse,
For refusing to grant a wish,
From a removed stranger.
Because his refusal is in good faith.
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