Full House
He keeps his balance
As the forces of nature push him towards her
She never argues
As he tortures and hurts her
And he play the cards he's been dealt
Represses all the feelings she's felt
Sorry for being so literal
I used to be more poetic
Now you're the one being critical
Everyone else is just pathetic
She holds her breathe
as he approaches her
He never questions
How it must effect her
And they create archetypes to cope
Repressing all their feelings with dope
Sunday, September 09, 2007
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