No more phony saviors.
No more unasked for questions.
No more forced behaviors or unwanted confessions.
No more false prophets.
No more second guesses.
No more burnt synapses or blown out thought processes.
No more ****** mouths.
No more bitten tongues.
It's finally over now.
Finally, it's done.
The End to Ups and Downs -
forget about "c'est la vie."
There'll be nothing more from You now;
all that's left is Me.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
No more phony saviors.
No more unasked for questions.
No more forced behaviors or unwanted confessions.
No more false prophets.
No more second guesses.
No more burnt synapses or blown out thought processes.
No more ****** mouths.
No more bitten tongues.
It's finally over now.
Finally, it's done.
The End to Ups and Downs -
forget about "c'est la vie."
There'll be nothing more from You now;
all that's left is Me.
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