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Cupid’s A Sadist
Lonely voice
Why can’t you quieten
For something so small
Your whispers bellow
Don’t think freedom awaits
If I start to listen
Supposed to be a state of mind
But the mess of thoughts
Keep overflowing
Tuned into pain
Numb to happiness
Wouldn’t know if it slapped my face
I have the plastic smile
To keep people from prying
The bottom line
Is me dragging my bloody heart
To the next encounter
All Cupid’s arrows still reside there
He’s no cherub more a sadist
Feel like his plaything
As he twists another arrow in deeper
Loves the insanity created
Though I fight it
Eventually I’m beaten
By unfair forces
The voice and the cycle
Revolves once more
Why can’t you quieten
For something so small
Your whispers bellow
Don’t think freedom awaits
If I start to listen
Supposed to be a state of mind
But the mess of thoughts
Keep overflowing
Tuned into pain
Numb to happiness
Wouldn’t know if it slapped my face
I have the plastic smile
To keep people from prying
The bottom line
Is me dragging my bloody heart
To the next encounter
All Cupid’s arrows still reside there
He’s no cherub more a sadist
Feel like his plaything
As he twists another arrow in deeper
Loves the insanity created
Though I fight it
Eventually I’m beaten
By unfair forces
The voice and the cycle
Revolves once more
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