Please...
Broken into pieces, I need to be healed for real.
Something lovely can tear you apart, if its not maintained.
I have no goal with writing this, but I know that it's needed.
No one knows what its about, but that's hardly the point.
My inside takes turns of its own,
to say I feel paranoid isn't even close.
The lovely can destroy you, if its not taken care of.
Waiting for the bomb to drop, because it always has before.
Waiting for the bomb to drop, because that's how I work but please no more.
Enjoying the lovely,
the wonderful,
without paranoia.
Please let that be my future from now on...
Something lovely can tear you apart, if its not maintained.
I have no goal with writing this, but I know that it's needed.
No one knows what its about, but that's hardly the point.
My inside takes turns of its own,
to say I feel paranoid isn't even close.
The lovely can destroy you, if its not taken care of.
Waiting for the bomb to drop, because it always has before.
Waiting for the bomb to drop, because that's how I work but please no more.
Enjoying the lovely,
the wonderful,
without paranoia.
Please let that be my future from now on...
