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Inspire me retire you

Vacant sallow faces leave you hanging dry
Tears evolve to nothingness, you know why
You don�t deserve
To not hear the screams, and not feel the pain
Fall down, to get back to the streets again

Words hurt, but silence kills
The details come as a warning to you
Sell all your lies to the victim ahead
Go lounge in their bed, till you�ve decided who�s next
Whilst I�m happy in arms, charmed, unarmed;
Fools wait in limbo embalmed
Free of your chains, back in my control
It�s to who I have loved,
From the girl who you owned

Lies are not an empty cause,
For starting brittle spites and wars,
Try to rearrange my cauldron,
You cannot find the tears

And I�m not an ancient Greek
I�m a metaphorical
Beaming, smiling crying freak.