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Flyaway Spark Jul 2013
You're a ticking time bomb,
Don't you know?

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You have hurt
Too many people
Haven't you realised?

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Your words
Sting like bullets
And you keep them coming.

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You have caused
Great fear and annoyance
To us, your friends.

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You say you know
Your mistakes,
Oh you really do?

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You make me doubt you
Because you break trust
Over and over again.

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You think we avoid you
But there's a reason why.
You don't find out
And you don't ask why.

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You're maybe too smart
And that makes you proud
An air of arrogance lurks all around.

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"Oh don't tell me what to do,"
You say to us quite hurtingly.
Can I say this is too much pride?

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We're not against you
We're always for you
But we tell you to change,
And you know why?

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That's because we care
For you
But you don't see that.

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We want to help
You
Become a better person.

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You can tell us to go away
And let yourself rot
And go your own way.

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We give in too many times
Holding on to
Glimmers of hope.

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Hope
That you would change
But you didn't.

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Am I foolish
To still have that last hope
That you will change?

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EXPLODES

You leave us in the ruins
In the aftermath
Of your explosion.

You're a ticking time bomb,
Don't you know?
He swallowed the night, all black
and came back all blue
I lost my face, he said, my faith
I lost down in a hole
and it’s all your fault

It’s your fault I lost my teeth
now I’m falling out of you
and who will be there to help me find
the laws I lost in the diamond skies

At last it’s never enough let going
At first it’s all instinct not really minding
but to prolong longing and to protect
tenderly, the soft yolk of his soul

When a mother quits
she hangs the umbilical cord
over the door
which is left open

Outside the sky falls
into streets of black ice
he runs backward through the dark
where signs of hope are not all
that feel lovingly gone
and hurtingly small

— The End —