You came way, way too close,
Your interpretations..
I'm feeling the urge to oppose,
I'm feeling the urge to oppose,
From being a pseudo friend,
you turned into a foe,
you turned into a foe,
Who for my taste,
seems way way to bold
seems way way to bold
You left me sitting here,
trying to control
trying to control
The feelings of vengeance that
are creeping up my toes
are creeping up my toes
In front of you one day,
I'm afraid I might implode
I'm afraid I might implode
My little guardians,
are trying to throw stones
are trying to throw stones
While you sit patiently,
on your funny safety throne
on your funny safety throne
Repeating the words that,
keep haunting me on my way home
keep haunting me on my way home
and create a rage that,
is as sharp as a sword
is as sharp as a sword
Cutting me each and every time,
I end up alone
I end up alone
But in your theories,
I no longer want to roam
I no longer want to roam
I want to find out,
myself where I belong,
myself where I belong,
Even though to you I know,
this is just another show,
that I am putting off,
to try my best to ignore,
The fact that you planted seeds,
that I am putting off,
to try my best to ignore,
The fact that you planted seeds,
where I thought no grasses grow,
But if truth is relative,
then our theories are also..
But if truth is relative,
then our theories are also..
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