The other girls will pretend to be me while they take credit for my accomplishments. He & his friend are perfect. I never wish them harm or humiliation.
The girls & the Lies they fly at their prey will echo from his later b side.
Begging for someone new to cater to their obsession with me and what they think I could have.
They only give me credit for the crime they committed.
Cape Cod
Vases of intentions wither away while I remember yesterday.
You just do not know about everything that tore me to pieces.
While you shin bright and make me forget. Pretty reflective flash paper soldiers.
Like sky dancers and kaleidoscopes filled with Van Gogh delights.
You probably think I am a game piece like everyone else but you apparently don’t shin bright enough to see, I’m not as ignorant as they portrayed me on the TV. I do not want you to go away.
As well as I do not want to fight with you.
You are free of me.
