TRAGIC IRONY

Seek me
Find me
Make me strong
Babe it shouldn't last too long
If you'd like you may stop
Release your fucking neck tied rope

It's a tragic irony that you're alive
You're repeated history in your family's archive
They all gave you shit as a piece of advice
And you stood lazy, sad, dreamer and nice

A strange device
A girl who dies
They threw the dice to be advised
Medical lies
A boy who cries
A tragic irony twice

His yellow eyes
an unlike maybe
My own quilt
a crying baby
My last 1/3 down in the sink
A cryout for anyone's wink
An empty room
a repeated tale
A 14yearold cold and pale
people murmuring 'what a shame'
A long quest of whose is the blame

Well I have a quilt for those who left
I have a fear they didn't rest
Heroin is a whore
and if you fuck her once
she'll be fucking you up to your grave
where then upon she'll dance