Pokerface
Dirtyseal

hate to say it hurts worse than the first timenalleviate the pain, starting out with the worst rhymena thirst crime, committed from a common miragentook a sip and let it drip out of my open jawsnpause- radar failure, warned myselfnthe only thing this fighter's known for is her tack and stealthnclaiming epiphanies, appreciates the one that she's hurtnI'm at the bottom of the stairs, staring up her skirtnbut she motionless, fully aware of my perspectivenno interest in a major, but she'll take on my electiven'til she starts to pass the coursesnnot even lined up at gate, but already trying to hold her horsesnthe force is a tool, we dictate it's directionnI feel her trying to pull and I run a quickngunshot called off, jet's in flamesnturns out she's trying to trap me in the same old gamesnn(chorus:)nhow could you ever know what's real when you don't even take the time to feel?nhow could you ever know what's real when you don't even take the time to feel?nnhow much more to go through, how much more to suffer?nwhat else is undisclosed, what else is undiscovered?nyes, conscious of my devious positionnI try to contend, she quickly sends me in remissionninsecure and losing facenlike a crying child clinging to a mother's waistncombat the feelings, stand tall, stand strongnconvince yourself that the facts are all wrongnon top of that, power up, shoot off the screenncan't let the actions be influenced like a figurinentime to express the poise that you've been keeping out of sightnfor so long it's birth burns like a blinding lightnlight that does no justice overthrowing the fearnbecause the darkness of another exceedingly nearndespite wishful thinking, it's abundantly clearnthat she's as numb to my existence as the passing yearnn(chorus)nnfeel me, feel emotion, devotion, allegiancendon't just try to feel me out with brutal bouts and siegesnengaged in public, the battleground shiftsnlike a king without a crown, bound by the wristsnI'm optimistic of the of the discourse thinking we could make some progressndropping all of my defenses, no reluctance to be honestnshould've known better, I should've left it alonenbecause this little Robin Hood was trying to rob the thronenblown out of proportion to cause a blushnand hitch a ride into the mind behind a slight head rushnher touch- warm like a memory, relaxed and sexyncan't trust the will, I can only hope she rejects menlike the promise of the sun inside a sunken abyssnshe steals the deal when I query her for one last kissntake all you need, take me for a foolnit's shame, you'll never know my soulnnn(chorus x2)


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