The Joked On, Delivering The Final Punchline.

All this while,

I wonder what it takes for you

to smile?

and when you tell me,

it's only but an inch you give me,

but i'd rather take the mile.

All this time,

I was blinded by denial.

Of what or who,

I thought you could be.

You could never see beyond,

what you wished I could be.

Too bad I couldn't fit your perfect ideals  of a girl.

Too bad we'll never go beyond

This lovesick girl holding onto her dreams

of a fairytale lover

that was you.

 

All the while,

I was missing,

the danger signs buzzing in me

And now,

that it's all out on the line?

Maybe with time, i'll be just fine.

But i'm like a pitbull,

Still with my jaws of death

wrapped tightly around the possibility

of you and me.

But now I see, what could never be.

And i'm just this fighting pitbull hanging onto an emotionless, deadman.

Wishing I could just run far away with a real man.

Just to escape the pain.

The pain of all the knowledge i've gained.

You could never see beyond,

what you wished I could be.

Too bad I couldn't fit your perfect ideals of a girl.

Too bad we'll never go beyond

This lovesick girl holding onto her dreams

of a fairytale lover

that was you.

We're a joke.

A joke.

A joke.

Here comes the punchline...

the game's over.

Over.

Over.

We're a joke.

A joke.

A joke.

The joked on just delivered the final punchline.

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