I hate your eyes.
They're so big. They stare.
They mock me so.
They laugh.
You're so scared of being a good person.
It's so much easier for you to manipulate
Why feel when they give so freely?
Because they want your body. Your perfect curves.
That smile, those perfect crescent moons just below
The beautiful frequency notated collar bone
Etched and perfectly carved below your neck
Proportionally exact to the beauty we envision
During fantasies and action flicks and tabloids
Your face, the face of a star
A star-fucker.
Force you out. You are no longer what I desire.
Hilariously enough, I am no longer saying it for you
It's for me. It always was, in a way. But now...
There can only be one.
This town isn't big enough for the two of us.
So hurry up and do what you swore to do
For so long.
Run. Leave.
Go.
We're forcing you out.
Command.
Oct 23, 2010
Oct 23, 2010 at 2:01 PM UTC
I hate your eyes.
They're so big. They stare.
They mock me so.
They laugh.
You're so scared of being a good person.
It's so much easier for you to manipulate
Why feel when they give so freely?
Because they want your body. Your perfect curves.
That smile, those perfect crescent moons just below
The beautiful frequency notated collar bone
Etched and perfectly carved below your neck
Proportionally exact to the beauty we envision
During fantasies and action flicks and tabloids
Your face, the face of a star
A star-fucker.
Force you out. You are no longer what I desire.
Hilariously enough, I am no longer saying it for you
It's for me. It always was, in a way. But now...
There can only be one.
This town isn't big enough for the two of us.
So hurry up and do what you swore to do
For so long.
Run. Leave.
Go.
We're forcing you out.
Command.
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