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Train Of Thought
My dreams are all miscarriages
Aborting joy to keep nightmares alive
I put the 'ate' in hate
I'm past my expiry date
I sold my soul to the lowest bidder
And killed my ambition like an act of contrition
You want a relationship but there is no point
I will constantly disappoint
I'll turn my conscience off like a t.v. set
And use your skull as a paperweight
Your barbed wire kisses expose you as a whore
I've never fucked a hole quite as empty as yours
I watched my mother die and felt sorry for myself
I don't want your help
Your concern is self-motivated
I'm not paranoid
I'm perceptive
You're deceptive
You're a fraud
I'm against all odds and against all gods
I don't want your divine intervention
But I'll pay you cash to pay me attention
I need you to make me feel important
I need you to make me feel
I'll be a suicide 'til the day I die
Swimming in guilt, drowning in despair
Fuck the lifejacket, throw me a strait jacket
No one asked for your help
Leave me alone

© 2005 Aaron Bayley