“You throw words like fists,
Never missing your mark.”
I guess being such a bitch
Finally broke your own heart
I guess I finally brought this holy thing to an end
Each simple word brings me to think
We never even began
I’m only waiting for the chance to tell you
That it’s simply irresistible,
This f***ing with your head
There’s no time to launch this
Back into the abyss
Because you throw words like
Mighty mighty fists
And I guess I’m done missing your mark.
Taking chances
Mincing words
Weaving lies
And living dreams
But only not awake
Crying innocence
Crying injustice
The world is faulty
And it all drove you away
So completely pathetic
Just zip it
Clip it
Fix it
And
Give it away
Because you throw words like
Giant, misplaced fists
And you no longer see the mark.
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