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Spaces
Derailed, unhinged,
Descriptively off balanced,
It's essentially my diagnosis, from self-proclaimed docs and nurses,
Narcissists pick and choose,
Sickening,
Depicting,
A broken spirit, damage done,
Nothing can be done with this one,
Throw him out with all the rest of the whiny, attention seeking scum.
Smoke from the fire fills the air,
I once was burning,
Now I'm turning,
Into a burned out flare.
I see these faces,
Fill these spaces,
Can they help me understand,
What evil creatures stalk this land?
I can't always run these races,
Heart tied up just like these laces,
And now I'm seeing all these faces,
Telling me where they think my place is.
Ignorance is a simple poison,
Painful, sharp and clear,
Makes fun of my name,
Discredits my game,
With the intention to convince me I'm insane.
Smoke from the fire fills the air,
I once was burning,
Now I'm turning,
Into a burned out flare.
I see these faces,
Fill these spaces,
Can they help me understand,
What evil creatures stalk this land?
I can't always run these races,
Heart tied up just like these laces,
And now I'm seeing all these faces,
Squeezing into all these spaces.
When these faces fill these spaces,
I will meet them at the door,
If the faces spit their poison,
There'll be no spaces anymore.
Descriptively off balanced,
It's essentially my diagnosis, from self-proclaimed docs and nurses,
Narcissists pick and choose,
Sickening,
Depicting,
A broken spirit, damage done,
Nothing can be done with this one,
Throw him out with all the rest of the whiny, attention seeking scum.
Smoke from the fire fills the air,
I once was burning,
Now I'm turning,
Into a burned out flare.
I see these faces,
Fill these spaces,
Can they help me understand,
What evil creatures stalk this land?
I can't always run these races,
Heart tied up just like these laces,
And now I'm seeing all these faces,
Telling me where they think my place is.
Ignorance is a simple poison,
Painful, sharp and clear,
Makes fun of my name,
Discredits my game,
With the intention to convince me I'm insane.
Smoke from the fire fills the air,
I once was burning,
Now I'm turning,
Into a burned out flare.
I see these faces,
Fill these spaces,
Can they help me understand,
What evil creatures stalk this land?
I can't always run these races,
Heart tied up just like these laces,
And now I'm seeing all these faces,
Squeezing into all these spaces.
When these faces fill these spaces,
I will meet them at the door,
If the faces spit their poison,
There'll be no spaces anymore.
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