Sunday, September 09, 2007

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

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