scream you have dry mouth
when you're overwhelmed
tell stories to fascinate
talented guys
wishing to rely on their muse
and you dance like a nymph
full of lies
obsolete gestures
preparing your exit
Running your duplex
and what you get from him
is what you give to your toy shift
Will you ever get tired?
Will you stop and look your lips bleeding empty?
You do not know who he is
because while he loved you
You close your eyes and thought about your love
But you must know that I told your toy
worth more than you ever will see
You are who loose
and who continues in the mud of consciousness
like out of a roller coaster
I'm picking up the pieces that you broke
shattered soul is you.
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