W.I.P.

 

 

HA

And you thought you knew me

Heh

I thought I knew you, too, see

 

Guess maybe we should stop thinking

Perhaps get something done for once

But it’s more fun to sit here sinking

Like I’ve done for the last few months

 

Yeah let’s watch that dream unfold

Analyze a problem from the other side

Pick apart why I never do as I’m told

Determine when and why you must’ve lied

 

To bad that dream just keeps on dying

With each and every night I waste

All because I can’t keep trying

Can’t stand that horrid, bitter taste

 

I guess that whole damn situation

Isn’t really what either of us expected

So I suffer silently for this duration

Until a new connection can be erected

 

But this destruction, reverse construction

That conversation, sick demonstration

Brought about a relationship reduction

And no amount of consecration can reinstate communication

 

Such a searing, sorry sense of selfishness

Such a sick, silly state of confusion

Such a scarred, swollen sight to witness

Such a scary, silent site of seclusion

 

This is the description of my mind

This is the prediction of my eyes

This is the depiction of the blind

This is the production of my lies