Me or Myself
Hey, here's a good story for your TV network.
there's a young girl behind that curtain
she plays chance with a razorblade
she has become the ace of spades
she knows how to use the sword
yet she still believes in the Lord,
tell me how could this be?
she's seen footsteps come & go
she's heard the tell but not the show
she's miles from where she should be
and danced her way through me.
Hate her for looking down but
I love the soul she spurns
she's created the world in her image
and defines how I have yearned.
I capture her magic
I am her spirit and can barely show it
but one day you will know it,
my vision is the 6th but many surprises await
life will be great
if I could channel her hate.
but to no avail.
I am stuck behind this desperate state,
and soon I will rescue myself.
Soon when she's done picking shards of glass,
and writing poetry in class,
she will save my life.
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