Boxes

Sep
11

And what did you get for cowering in the closet?/
When you were broken down and began to cry/
To the left a mirror and to the right there was nothing but tears/
A reflection staring back at you from across all the years/
You look good in that box full of upset cowards/
But you just had to get out and began to pry/
A Russian roulette this time the gun is at your head/
Up above you were looked down upon/
And at the bottom no one gave you notice/
Yet you revolved through everyone on that parasitic axis/
They proudly suffered through being your withdrawn pawns/
You’re the leader and you are in on the con/
The floor plan was laid out and the blueprint set/
You ravaged through me as if you thought the coal/
That you stole from my heart/
Would somehow transmutate into gold//

Written by Baz
11 Sept 2009

 

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