Absent Minded
The Artist
The tears sting,
like acid running down my face.
It was soo picture perfect,
your every embrace.
I would have loved to love you,
Through time and space...
but you changed.
Walking through my life,
you are but an actor.
Your painted personality,
such a beautiful color.
I thought I loved you,
my little soldier....
You f***ing changed!
At first a dream come true,
you were aliving nightmare.
A psychadelic trip,
That suddenly lost its flare.
I could have loved you,
now i don't even care...
You changed.
like acid running down my face.
It was soo picture perfect,
your every embrace.
I would have loved to love you,
Through time and space...
but you changed.
Walking through my life,
you are but an actor.
Your painted personality,
such a beautiful color.
I thought I loved you,
my little soldier....
You f***ing changed!
At first a dream come true,
you were aliving nightmare.
A psychadelic trip,
That suddenly lost its flare.
I could have loved you,
now i don't even care...
You changed.
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