Grey Matter
It's too bad I'm not a mas-o-chist
tie me down like i asked-for-this
I'm screaming
I'm stranded
Abdicated
Abandoned
No. Free. Will.
It's too bad I wasn't born-with-cash
Call me names like I'm-white-trash
Abused
Alone
I'm shaking
I'm stoned
Please. Send. Help.
It's too bad I gave all-I-need
Take from me every last-good-deed
I'm tired
I'm torn
Bare
Broken
All. dried. up.
It's too bad history comes-full-swing
Jab me I won't forget-the-sting
Boggled
Berated
I'm tarnished
I'm touched
How. Could. You.
It's too bad I proclaim-my-dreams
Laugh at me as you swim-in-stream
I'm undulating
I'm unconscious
Callous
Crazy
Stealth. Always. Wins.
It's too bad blood will-be-cleaned
Played me like you are a-true-fiend
Coy
Crude
I'm ugly
I'm undone
But...
You. Won't. Win.
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