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Never Changing and Never Ending.
Start it up again and make the blood boil
That's under my skin,
I'm starting to see red, the less you think with your head..
There's a thin wire holding me back
It's really about to snap.
It'll lash back, crack, and lack in it's sympathy.
It's going to fuel the fire you have started.
There's nothing but apathy, for those who create storms and fires.
Those who do nothing but lie,
They falsify tales, and defend them as if it's truth.
What has them mad?
What makes them think they deserve kindness and respect, when they have done nothing to deserve it?
With my blood boiling and my eyes seeing red,
I can't seem to hold my tongue.
Nothing can be done, if not spoken up.
No matter though, it's never changing.
Living with this imposter, this pathological liar, has driven them mad.
Everything is changing so fast. Driving everyone apart, but pushing them together with hate.
There's a common enemy that resides,
And yet this enemy continues playing victim.
This impostor is nothing but a fictional character that's playing a role in her head.
She's there, every day.
And she knows of the hatred towards her,
Yet she refuses to change her ways.
It's never changing, never ending.
That's under my skin,
I'm starting to see red, the less you think with your head..
There's a thin wire holding me back
It's really about to snap.
It'll lash back, crack, and lack in it's sympathy.
It's going to fuel the fire you have started.
There's nothing but apathy, for those who create storms and fires.
Those who do nothing but lie,
They falsify tales, and defend them as if it's truth.
What has them mad?
What makes them think they deserve kindness and respect, when they have done nothing to deserve it?
With my blood boiling and my eyes seeing red,
I can't seem to hold my tongue.
Nothing can be done, if not spoken up.
No matter though, it's never changing.
Living with this imposter, this pathological liar, has driven them mad.
Everything is changing so fast. Driving everyone apart, but pushing them together with hate.
There's a common enemy that resides,
And yet this enemy continues playing victim.
This impostor is nothing but a fictional character that's playing a role in her head.
She's there, every day.
And she knows of the hatred towards her,
Yet she refuses to change her ways.
It's never changing, never ending.
Published 22nd Dec 2013
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23rd Dec 2013 7:26am
Angst-ridden. Nicely done, I see you're somewhat inspired or something the time you wrote this, that or mad at something/someone, judging from the length. Anyways, this kept me reading so I must say you got a good one here. Hoping to see more from you.
