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Bipolar Soldier (I won't fight you anymore!)

Hello Lady,

I don't live there anymore

The drum you beat about my head

I don't hear it anymore

The sickle you stuck in my throat

I don't feel it anymore

Just like the doubt in your eyes

Doesn't get me high anymore

Goodbye Lady,

I'm right next door

I've moved myself from the bed to the floor

Your soul crushing comfort

I won't need it anymore

Because the games are over

And there never was a score

I'll just take my place, floating through space

'Till there's only ashes left to mourn

Hello Lady,

How have you been?

It's so great to see you again!

I've been doing well, I'm so glad you asked

Life is the oyster and I'm in the shell

I've spent a lot of time avoiding hell

Repenting my sins, you do it so well!

So well that I can repeat our beautiful mistakes

For how long? Only time will tell

Goodbye Lady,

I'm feeling better again

The waves in my brain

Are all tuned to zen

Silly me!

You, a friend?

Oh, the places that demented mind has been

I'd mistaken your grave

For the one I'd be in!

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ishmyre-of-the-inferiors
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Mar 28, 2012
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