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By hollywoodfox Date: 2004 Nov 02 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.02.01.27.23442]] |
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And then the jester walked in and said "This is not a joke, this is your life," And everybody laughed, for it was funny. Everything's fake. Everything is broken and faded And I can't seem to understand. I can bend bars with my iron will And you'll be the first to know That I've landed on the moon. But it won't be for you. It'll be to show you That I'm more than you ever thought Or wished for me (which was next to nothing) You were out for blood and you Didn't care who I was the first one you decided was guilty Well, I didn't turn the last screw Blame it on the stars Blame it on me But in the end you'll know That it was all a beautiful lie in your head And at that point, I won't care anymore I did what I could and that's all you should have asked for I love that you have the maturity of a two-year wine (I always forget that my sarcasm leaves me thirsting for a drink) At least that wouldn't have left a bitter taste in my mouth. I've tuned out the frequency of your voice You don't care about me anymore This is about vindication And being self-righteous Because damn if you won't come out on top I can't make everything okay again If you say it's all forgotten I won't write down the license plate Of the hit-and-run that took our love away. |