Absent Minded
when I...they do what? ME the Curse of the world
When I touch myself
they beat them down
and as they watch me
to sing songs
to save my life
every time i love myself
they get a dose from them
of beatings and chains
Whenever i smoke a pack of cigarettes they go to Chemo
when i drink a beer
they go to detox
and they sing their puzzle cds to me
to offer me clues
they are trying to save me
from being the center
of their nightmare
so heres my l;ist of instructions of what not to do
so they can live happily ever after
heres a list of what they have to do
If i love them are they rewarded or punished?
If i hate them the artist
are they poisoned or punched?
when i sleepi in during the day
do they have to swallow down a prescription
of antidepressants to chase me away?
and as I am the center story
of the nightmare
of when you do this
they do that
and if you
then we can
but everyone has a different list
and i cant make everybody happy
just change from month to month
try to sway and pray
that as they condemn you of the nightmare i am in the middel
you are punished for being just like
to sing to prevent
to be just like but cant live without
to escape to not leave it without its own saving greace
they the them hurting you
is not my will
them hurting me
is not your will
its them
and they have the best of us
I'm just the center of something I can fathom
a two edged swortd of how we live our lives
i get punished for your actions
and now im the domino
punoshing you for how i fall
and you are way out of line
a broken nose
when i love myself
a reward for the ways i hate myself
for you loving me
the damnation of throwing away the worlds good iuntentions
with the method to the madness
for everything inside my world bears a consequence to someone telling alie
i'm just the sphere of influence haunting you
that might get the last laugh
when you choke down the truth
that i'm not gonna die
just laugh at your pain
and smile from ear to ear
I'm gonna find ways to choke on my tears
hide my fears
play this psychological game
and give myself a new role to purchase
every other week
so you can keep on your toes
so someone see a saving grace
where the other half is seeing
the other truth
the darkness of this fact
so sing your love
play the game with me at the center and I know
no matter what i do someone i slosing
i know no matter how i try someone is winning
everyday im a contradiction
\how do i go on living?
how do we defeat this?
how do we come together?
how do we sacrifice the right victom and martyrs?
I'm lost in the middle of lists of actions
to save and condemn
for everytime i love myself
someone is getting hurt
everytime i hurt myself
someone is getting tormented
This is the hollywood musical curse
and i don't know how to escape it
but i will
we will come to gether
and i know
as often as i say i hate the world
its your blessing
as often as i look in the mirror and hate me
and you tell me not to
with your balck eyes and broken heart its your blessing
so whats the list now?
whats the method to the madness?
whats the treatment to the disaster from overseas of psychological warfare
i'm in the middle of
who am i turning into a bloody mess
and whose on the winning team
the curse of the world
everytime i leave
everytime i stay
every time i smile or cry
there is a price to be paid
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
the curse i am
i cannot escape
i have no knoives
my pills won't kill me
i just choke endlessly
look forever for a way to practice the perfect routine
and say i knew all along
and truthfully
in this cult of rings and circuses
it was the best thing for everybody
a metaphor for a prayer everyday!!!!
If i run away
what happens to those who need me to stay?
If i live another year what do they do to them?
If i bleed for you again
who gets what reward
and if i dont
what priveledge is taken away
someone help us before it turns out like this for more
than me
the curse of three nations
and a god of metaphorical wars
where everything revolves around me
and i clean up messes
when it gets messy!
but who is trying to save me
besides everybody
but no one is ever there
to take me by the hand
what happens to them if i dissaper?
what happens to them
if i dont fake my death?
everyone of my actions determines someone elses fate
they are life lines!
life lines
it's sick
i never wanted this!
they beat them down
and as they watch me
to sing songs
to save my life
every time i love myself
they get a dose from them
of beatings and chains
Whenever i smoke a pack of cigarettes they go to Chemo
when i drink a beer
they go to detox
and they sing their puzzle cds to me
to offer me clues
they are trying to save me
from being the center
of their nightmare
so heres my l;ist of instructions of what not to do
so they can live happily ever after
heres a list of what they have to do
If i love them are they rewarded or punished?
If i hate them the artist
are they poisoned or punched?
when i sleepi in during the day
do they have to swallow down a prescription
of antidepressants to chase me away?
and as I am the center story
of the nightmare
of when you do this
they do that
and if you
then we can
but everyone has a different list
and i cant make everybody happy
just change from month to month
try to sway and pray
that as they condemn you of the nightmare i am in the middel
you are punished for being just like
to sing to prevent
to be just like but cant live without
to escape to not leave it without its own saving greace
they the them hurting you
is not my will
them hurting me
is not your will
its them
and they have the best of us
I'm just the center of something I can fathom
a two edged swortd of how we live our lives
i get punished for your actions
and now im the domino
punoshing you for how i fall
and you are way out of line
a broken nose
when i love myself
a reward for the ways i hate myself
for you loving me
the damnation of throwing away the worlds good iuntentions
with the method to the madness
for everything inside my world bears a consequence to someone telling alie
i'm just the sphere of influence haunting you
that might get the last laugh
when you choke down the truth
that i'm not gonna die
just laugh at your pain
and smile from ear to ear
I'm gonna find ways to choke on my tears
hide my fears
play this psychological game
and give myself a new role to purchase
every other week
so you can keep on your toes
so someone see a saving grace
where the other half is seeing
the other truth
the darkness of this fact
so sing your love
play the game with me at the center and I know
no matter what i do someone i slosing
i know no matter how i try someone is winning
everyday im a contradiction
\how do i go on living?
how do we defeat this?
how do we come together?
how do we sacrifice the right victom and martyrs?
I'm lost in the middle of lists of actions
to save and condemn
for everytime i love myself
someone is getting hurt
everytime i hurt myself
someone is getting tormented
This is the hollywood musical curse
and i don't know how to escape it
but i will
we will come to gether
and i know
as often as i say i hate the world
its your blessing
as often as i look in the mirror and hate me
and you tell me not to
with your balck eyes and broken heart its your blessing
so whats the list now?
whats the method to the madness?
whats the treatment to the disaster from overseas of psychological warfare
i'm in the middle of
who am i turning into a bloody mess
and whose on the winning team
the curse of the world
everytime i leave
everytime i stay
every time i smile or cry
there is a price to be paid
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
the curse i am
i cannot escape
i have no knoives
my pills won't kill me
i just choke endlessly
look forever for a way to practice the perfect routine
and say i knew all along
and truthfully
in this cult of rings and circuses
it was the best thing for everybody
a metaphor for a prayer everyday!!!!
If i run away
what happens to those who need me to stay?
If i live another year what do they do to them?
If i bleed for you again
who gets what reward
and if i dont
what priveledge is taken away
someone help us before it turns out like this for more
than me
the curse of three nations
and a god of metaphorical wars
where everything revolves around me
and i clean up messes
when it gets messy!
but who is trying to save me
besides everybody
but no one is ever there
to take me by the hand
what happens to them if i dissaper?
what happens to them
if i dont fake my death?
everyone of my actions determines someone elses fate
they are life lines!
life lines
it's sick
i never wanted this!
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when I...they do what? ME the Curse of the world
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