Who dares intrude my solitude?
Loftily peasant, don't be rude!
Don't make me say
"Off with his head!"
I shall always be with
clean
knees.
You were only given
me
to please.
If you shall disobey, I'll have
you
dead.
That's how it goes
in my head.
I say spit,
but you spit on me instead.
Who has the wheel now?
I'm a freak
when it comes to control.
The minute I lose it,
sometimes I follow.
No other way,
no how.
But what am I thinking?
Last week I was prowling
and now I'm scowling
at the fact that
I've been twice bitten.
Those horrible teeth of worthlessness
are as sour
as a ripe citrus.
It's not possible for me
to make it in the business
I can never make up my mind.
I always got the fence up my ***
I guess only in myself will I confide.
I do like things better
when they're not alive,
so lets just end it
and call a quits.
It's too hard to tell
if it's insincere,
but I'm the only one
allowed to be fickle here!
So "Off with his head!"
Like a bandaid.
No fuss, no fits
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 2:19 PM UTC
Who dares intrude my solitude?
Loftily peasant, don't be rude!
Don't make me say
"Off with his head!"
I shall always be with
clean
knees.
You were only given
me
to please.
If you shall disobey, I'll have
you
dead.
That's how it goes
in my head.
I say spit,
but you spit on me instead.
Who has the wheel now?
I'm a freak
when it comes to control.
The minute I lose it,
sometimes I follow.
No other way,
no how.
But what am I thinking?
Last week I was prowling
and now I'm scowling
at the fact that
I've been twice bitten.
Those horrible teeth of worthlessness
are as sour
as a ripe citrus.
It's not possible for me
to make it in the business
I can never make up my mind.
I always got the fence up my ***
I guess only in myself will I confide.
I do like things better
when they're not alive,
so lets just end it
and call a quits.
It's too hard to tell
if it's insincere,
but I'm the only one
allowed to be fickle here!
So "Off with his head!"
Like a bandaid.
No fuss, no fits
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