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doctor i'm in troubledon't know what to dosix o'clock on the doti always have a poolisten dai, thats normalyour bowels regulate.but our mam is going bonkers....i don't get up till eight
Tell me all about it,
about the mess you made
while I gave in,
and caved.

Tell me about all the ****** up fun you're having
but I see your feet behind you, dragging
and you're staggering,
because the words you already said are creeping up on you.
You're acting like you don't know what to do,
and I'll save this bullet-hole for two,
when I watch this tumble just like the rest,
and I will catch the look on your face when the world says, "that's enough"

But is it ever enough?

I catch the phrases, the looks and the phases,
I catch the glimpse of you so often,
I catch my mind trapped
Almost where it's all eyes on me,
and you seem to believe,
that it's all over before it could ever begin,

and I'm wondering,
if maybe it's me that's struggling,
Hiding behind my crimson red curtain,
Shielded and sitting behind the storm
Watching the audience gasp as you rip yourself in two

What should I do?

My soles have lost the strength
and my heart has lost all faith,
But here I am standing,
Intact,
Disorganized,
and steaming.
And I can feel your silent screaming,
It's tearing you in two.

And as I pull back that trigger,
I'll watch your eyes get bigger,
Just promise me you won't leave,
When things start to become hazy,
Because life just gets so crazy,
and it's never enough to ask you,
It's never enough to wonder,
It's never enough to worry,
It's never enough to see me.

This bullet-hole for two,
Reeks of me and you,
and I'm standing confused, as usual,
Wrapped around my own dreams,
and plotting my own schemes gets tiring.
But I'm betting my two-cents that you'll stop your running and calm down,
before the storm comes to take you out to sea,
breaking you, taking you,
and pulling you apart at your seams.
 Oct 2010 Troy Urbalejo
Chris
The space ship that I bought today
Is genuine ex-Milky Way
Titanium panels, gleaming white
Slighly warped by galactic flight
Ten zillion miles on the clock
But brand new dials and air lock
It'll see me good for a squillion more
So, lever down, I shut the door
And press some buttons blue then red
A mighty rumble frightens Ted
My copilot pressed into his seat
As jet fuel and ignition meet
I grip Ted's arm, the countdown starts
I'm glad I brought the ship's spare parts
Then all at once the radio cracks
I turn the volume up to max
What halts the progress of my ship?
"That cardboard box is for the tip.
Now come on out it's time for tea."
...Why does dad rule this galaxy?
For Jack

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