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miss interpret
I sit in the shower
as I am at a loss for words
I Won't run the water
Cause I can't clean what isn't dirt.
Inside to out
I'm but a rotted version
Of what I used to be.
Inside to out
I guess some don't note coercion
Cause they cannot see...
The monster
Made of mirrors-
Disguised by disillusion
And a frank loveliness
Of honest concern.
S.O.S
Your under my thumb
S.O.S
And I'm under your bed.
as I am at a loss for words
I Won't run the water
Cause I can't clean what isn't dirt.
Inside to out
I'm but a rotted version
Of what I used to be.
Inside to out
I guess some don't note coercion
Cause they cannot see...
The monster
Made of mirrors-
Disguised by disillusion
And a frank loveliness
Of honest concern.
S.O.S
Your under my thumb
S.O.S
And I'm under your bed.
Published 23rd Feb 2011
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