| Off the Wall Dropped down ten floors, wondering where I am off to now. Weak and tired, burned out and wasted, what good is it to look anymore? Wasn�t I that close? Wasn�t I so near? What is my defect, what is my problem? I know all of it� all the ways to screw it up. If it�s a mess you want, if it�s misery you need, come to me� I can make all your desires come true. No more need to bother, I�m pulling myself off the shelf. No one else has to worry about being stuck with me. Tears fall, hearts break, and others keep going on. What makes me different? Why can�t I be like the rest? Why not. They say dreams tell the truth, dreams can predict events. If that is fact, then kill me now, I don�t want them dragging me down. A call just in time doesn�t make a difference, my thoughts are still the same. You can�t change my mind, I don�t try to change yours� just leave me alone. Alone from your thoughts, alone from your opinions, alone from your ideas that are never followed through. Why would I believe what you tell me now, when apparently I wasn�t supposed to the first time. You lied to me, you broke the promise, I guess that singer was right all along. Why did I ignore the songs you sang to me when they said so clearly what you could not? Maybe I just didn�t want to hear it, maybe I thought things had changed for me, but I should have known that it�s all the same. The same lines, the same thoughts, the same words I used before. This seems so overdone, so pathetic, so boring, but that is what I am glued to. I am that bug stuck to the tape, but I am not fighting it anymore. I know what is meant for me, finally I am listening, and I know when to stop. |
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