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by the way,
i write songs.
youre thinking, "big whoop."
yeah whatever, i know it's not a big deal.
but it sure is a good outlet.
here's a sample.
artless
you drop me to my knees
and it's bittersweet
because now i can see
all the lies and deceit
i try not to laugh
and the attention-starved irony
you're a heart and a half
of an outspoken tyranny
what a mess you've made of me
a mockery for all to see
my tattered heart falls to the ground
and i am spinning, round and round.
who's blaming you, you're
the painting of perfection
i'm out the back door
but i'll miss your affections
so you were right and i was wrong
and i am weak and you are strong
it's you parade; your victory
you never lose, it's always me
i'm picking up pieces
and i'm doing just fine
the old notes have creases
and i'm losing my mind
you're a catch, you are gold
i'm a lyrical mess
but your words have gone cold
you are nothing; artless.
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