Mock what I am made of
I have deserved it
And now you are delivering
What only is right
Slicing at what I have built
Out of the slices of others
I had a high rein
But what goes up must
Be rebelled against
And must fall
And I fell hard
The never-ending branches
Of complicated things
People connected to me
Like lace fit for Satan's bride
Vain relationships
Flimsy fake friendships
I had so much pride in them
Even I wonder why
Why I had so much pride
I have nothing to be proud of
And I never have
But I know now
And I deserve it
My rein is over
Goodbye my timid subjects
I cry for the pain I caused you
But my eyes are dry
For the blows I receive
As my punishment
As I fall
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 12:06 AM UTC
Mock what I am made of
I have deserved it
And now you are delivering
What only is right
Slicing at what I have built
Out of the slices of others
I had a high rein
But what goes up must
Be rebelled against
And must fall
And I fell hard
The never-ending branches
Of complicated things
People connected to me
Like lace fit for Satan's bride
Vain relationships
Flimsy fake friendships
I had so much pride in them
Even I wonder why
Why I had so much pride
I have nothing to be proud of
And I never have
But I know now
And I deserve it
My rein is over
Goodbye my timid subjects
I cry for the pain I caused you
But my eyes are dry
For the blows I receive
As my punishment
As I fall
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