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Repercussions Of The Impaled Soul

So I'm a "fly" white guy,

with "Jet" black tendencies,

Try to be a nice guy,

But somehow end up the enemy.

I'll treat you like a princess,

But I'm a fort,

You can't get into me.

 

It makes no sense to me.

 

How did this knight in shining armor,

Get slain by the dragon?

So once upon a time,

I was a hero,

Now I'm a has-been.

Last in the castle for I belong with the Pagans,

Slaying distressed damsels,

Giving hell to the angels

With strangers wrapped in mangers,

Destined for greatness.

Trapped within this labyrinth of my cranium.

 

But when it comes to blame,

My pigmentation begins to change,

But this time it's not my shame.

'Cause you play the same game

That the dames did before you.

You're no different.

You're not worth a fortune.

Fortunately, you revealed your horns for me.

It's torturing how for me it ended horribly,

and you moved on to the same dude you ******* before me.

 

Love's supposed to be patient,

Love's supposed to be kind,

Instead it's a battlefield

Filled with landmines.

 

You say it's false,

that nice guys finish last?

Well clarify why I'm starin',

At taillights from my past.

They say when you have everything,

You give nothing back.

So I guess that explains

Why your feelings for me lack.

You're like "You're a white guy,

That tends to be black.

Well how in the hell

Can I get used to that?"

That's ********

You're afraid of commitment.

That's why you had to end it,

Before it could begin with.

You're a cynical, sinister,

Hypocritical minister,

Angelic sinner sent to incriminate innocence.

Evil's equivalent,

Yet as sweet as carcinogens.

If heartbreak were a game,

Girl, you would be winnin' it.

If my soul were a food,

You would've finished it.

I had a confident conscience,

but girl you diminished it.

Listen kid,

I get you're immature and ****

But don't go and slander my name

When you used to worship it.

 

Love's supposed to be patient,

Love's supposed to be kind,

Instead it's a battlefield

Filled with landmines.

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canaan-massie
American
Published
Oct 31, 2012
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This is actually a song I wrote. I will put the link up when I can.

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