PuppeteerThis is our show for you,
you thought those ideals were true
I let you get away with things,
you just don't realize
I have you on strings
You wonder if I can't get enough,
I wonder if you'll ever give up
It's just enough evidence
to prove in the game
that, oh sweetie, you are so vain
This affliation is giving the crowd so much
even though we were together
we were so out of touch
Were the costumes on too tight?
Because the strings are wearing thin
The games can last all night,
but you'll never ever win
I tried to help you
I even let you be free
The gifts I've tried to give
guidance, life's philosophy
you kept me in chains
reason why I drifted away,
we kept a lot of pain
I just wanted to play..
I shared with you the secrets of the world,
and you used them for your puppet show.
Those dolls you carry, all made of plastic
shows you as weak: all fake and drastic
There's no other apology,
why should I say sorry?
There is nothing to regret
It's hard to interpret
I have to confess,
Untitled For Now.There's several indications
where I wanted your attention
but you have someone else
I go through random education
I keep waiting, I keep guessing,
I just wanted you all for myself.
There was no chance for me to take,
she took all she could, I let her,
it was my mistake.
And now that I've realize
the damage I had done,
It's time for you to take,
the blame that you had won...
I know there was chemistry,
we both had something,
something others couldn't see.
We had our difference of opinions,
you thought my reasons were jokes.
But now I have a reason to think...
You were in love with me.
I thought it was silly,
these games we believed,
I just wasn't being myself,
it had to be intellectual,
I wanted a special,
conversation without the rest.
There was the problem, I couldn't see
that if you were in love with me,
then why was I seeing a mirror of myself,
in the body (of the girl standing next to me) of someone else?
I know it's bothering badly,
it's getting annoying,
but there's something bet
Absinthe: Chapter One
Chapter One - This Was Never About You.
"Oh yes how incredibly amazing it felt.
The temperamental waves calmed and transcended into the abyss where nothing other than anything normal can happen. Does that statement make any bit of sense? It proved to be as much as what she understands from the world around her."
She tapped her pencil annoyingly onto the desk in dismay, "Shit," she whispered to herself. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked herself. A moment of silence passed. She stared at the ceiling contemplating her answer. She shot the pencil at the sky, "Wrong. Always wrong".
And so she placed her legs upon his thighs.
It was long until he had seen her. He felt relieved to get away from such controversy, and such boredom. In a way, they were both relieved to see each other. No matter how much she denies her feelings for him. No matter how daft their conversations seemed. A physical appearance would bring up a series of bad events. She proved to be a completely different image once