How about I wring your neck
...or my own right in front of you
Would you still laugh
Say I was a slut
Or would you just shove me into a locker and forget all about me.
You pride yourself on the applause of my tears, while I wallow in it
You are lower than me in reality
But everyone is living in a fantasy
A fantasy I dont have the privelage of reading.
You stomp on my back like your climbing up stairs
Just to get a little higher
When ever you take another step
Everyones watching you,
Laughing at me
How bout I blow up your staircase
...do a little suicide bombing
Would you still laugh
Say I was a creep
Or would you just push me into a locker and forget all about me,
move on to the next actor to play the bad guy in your fantasy
Get a kick out of something new
Play a new game learn the new rules
Though it doesnt matter,
You'll just break them
How bout I shoot up the place
...or myself right in front you
After reading this to your face
Wait for it...
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.
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BANG!
Your not laughing
Your not calling me names
Im not in a locker
You have no one
Everyone has snapped back to reality
And I'm gone.
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.
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BANG
Down goes another one
A lonely soul
Looking for affection
Looking for the truth
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.
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BANG
BANG
You better think
Before you do
Or else...
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Bang is coming for you
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Run Out Of "And"
PoetryAnd... what else is there but the cryptic that our brain makes controlled, when really edges are blurred and we are wild.
