Pardon my bluntly put, but people won't endure your fits and pricks much too long.
Even the wolves won't bite your lies. They're not afraid—they'll blitz your prongs.
The same thought creeps around my consciousness like an intruder in my home away from home,
Because there's a con in my house; a mole next door. I fancy a safe space and peace—all alone
Contouring your entourage is a classic precocious assimilation tactic.
Polygraphs haunt you in your sleep because you worship gossip as if it’s a situational prophylactic.
Your narc addiction is narcissistic. Strangers defy perspective and get hooked into your rave,
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Deprived sometimes,
He might delight sometimes,
In the failures of others, waiting to see them thrive sometimes.
They're hoping 'the time is right' sometimes,
Praying He would talk sometimes,
Overwhelmed with the 'what-ifs’ inside my mind.
They always said "It'll turn out fine.”
I guess they lied; I’m terrified.
......
Pardon my bluntly put, but people won't endure your fits and pricks much too long.
Even the wolves won't bite your lies. They're not afraid—they'll blitz your prongs.
The same thought creeps around my consciousness like an intruder in my home away from home,
Because there's a con in my house; a mole next door. I fancy a safe space and peace—all alone
Contouring your entourage is a classic precocious assimilation tactic.
Polygraphs haunt you in your sleep because you worship gossip as if it’s a situational prophylactic.
Your narc addiction is narcissistic. Strangers defy perspective and get hooked into your rave,
......
Deprived sometimes,
He might delight sometimes,
In the failures of others, waiting to see them thrive sometimes.
They're hoping 'the time is right' sometimes,
Praying He would talk sometimes,
Overwhelmed with the 'what-ifs’ inside my mind.
They always said "It'll turn out fine.”
I guess they lied; I’m terrified.
......