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It's all a popularity contest,
Honest.
We wipe the dreams out of our eyes
While rouged cheeks and lips betray our lies;
And underneath our perfect skin
Is hate, and shit, and sick, and sin.
Oh, how I want your face.
To share in your disgrace
And to fall into your perfect charms
Would be perfect tainted bliss.
I've never been good at this.
I'd give you all my pocket change
For one believable kiss.
For a moment in time
I'd steal the world
And hurl it at the stars.
This second fails to capture
And my attention wavers;
Your sexual favours
Do nothing for me any more.
You are my whore.
You just want more.
And I need it too.
Inspiring and creative,
I watch your gaze across the room
And linger quietly, quite alone,
Within your thoughts
For just that time.
Give me your place in a crowd,
Give me the words in your mouth,
Set me loose upon the earth
And give me peace for just that minute.
Just that moment.
And the ribbons are distributed
To the ill-reputed.
First... And the rest.
There is nothing, if you are not the best.
And to my broken galaxy, you are a sun -
I am but a nothing, with none.
There is nothing.
It's all so wrong.
The passion's going, going... Gone.
You sap my zest
And then the rest,
You lay your head upon my breast.
Your whispers speak of guilt-free deeds,
Somewhere in the dark I feel your need.
We were here long before the end,
And will thrive again, my friend;
A rare breed, we, and far-between,
And in this popularity contest
We are merely contestants.
Merely participants.
Losers.
Honest.
We wipe the dreams out of our eyes
While rouged cheeks and lips betray our lies;
And underneath our perfect skin
Is hate, and shit, and sick, and sin.
Oh, how I want your face.
To share in your disgrace
And to fall into your perfect charms
Would be perfect tainted bliss.
I've never been good at this.
I'd give you all my pocket change
For one believable kiss.
For a moment in time
I'd steal the world
And hurl it at the stars.
This second fails to capture
And my attention wavers;
Your sexual favours
Do nothing for me any more.
You are my whore.
You just want more.
And I need it too.
Inspiring and creative,
I watch your gaze across the room
And linger quietly, quite alone,
Within your thoughts
For just that time.
Give me your place in a crowd,
Give me the words in your mouth,
Set me loose upon the earth
And give me peace for just that minute.
Just that moment.
And the ribbons are distributed
To the ill-reputed.
First... And the rest.
There is nothing, if you are not the best.
And to my broken galaxy, you are a sun -
I am but a nothing, with none.
There is nothing.
It's all so wrong.
The passion's going, going... Gone.
You sap my zest
And then the rest,
You lay your head upon my breast.
Your whispers speak of guilt-free deeds,
Somewhere in the dark I feel your need.
We were here long before the end,
And will thrive again, my friend;
A rare breed, we, and far-between,
And in this popularity contest
We are merely contestants.
Merely participants.
Losers.
I don't have any words for this.
© 2012 - 2024 sunsetroses
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