Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
He's a monster, and I've named him Jed. Jed is pissed off
The monster claws from within,
Hoping to shred and rip its way to freedom.
I coax it back with promises of revenge
That never get carried out.
I cannot lie to it anymore, it's going
To do what it wants.
My insides feel rough from wear and tear.
I dream of paisley, something soft and fine,
Instead of the disaster brewing within.
I hang my head in shame as the beast
Grows furious, knowing whose faults
Deserve to be exposed.
It was an accident, and yet I become
Sliced to bits and pieces,
Like I was never whole to begin with.
Is it possible to put me back together,
Once this animal has torn me apart
In its attempt to be free?
Can I quilt myself up, make myself prettier than before?
Or am I asking for miracles instead of favors?
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Hoping to shred and rip its way to freedom.
I coax it back with promises of revenge
That never get carried out.
I cannot lie to it anymore, it's going
To do what it wants.
My insides feel rough from wear and tear.
I dream of paisley, something soft and fine,
Instead of the disaster brewing within.
I hang my head in shame as the beast
Grows furious, knowing whose faults
Deserve to be exposed.
It was an accident, and yet I become
Sliced to bits and pieces,
Like I was never whole to begin with.
Is it possible to put me back together,
Once this animal has torn me apart
In its attempt to be free?
Can I quilt myself up, make myself prettier than before?
Or am I asking for miracles instead of favors?
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He`s a monster, and I`ve named him Jed. Jed is pissed off
He`s a monster, and I`ve named him Jed. Jed is pissed off
