Paradise Misplaced
Trying to get my collaborator's bio and details together has been easy enough - I've been doing this for years and know them well enough to trot things out chapter and verse, but oh, when they change their mind, They try to elucidate but it goes by the shape of the pear. I KNOW things have changed for them and the dialogue is different, but the pain of routing round both of our heads at this late stage and trying to grasp a complex thought and boil it down to simple components is simply NOT my forte. I think I've got it sorted now...I hope so anyway.
Another NSFW under cut - enter at your own peril.
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You are not the victim
I'm not sure you will make the cut
I think you've lost the drive and will to win
Your resistance
Prophetic self-destruction
Creates the distance
Every time you get closer to someone
Mirror
There's poison in my head and I don't know what to do
The hole's too deep for the drugs to get me through
Oh the city created my fears and took my mind
Oh mirror, give me back my time
Face your destiny
It was always only ever you and me
We can be anything we want to be
Make shit up and live it completely
I am alive, I am alive
Oh say it to yourself, say it to yourself, oh
Why do we need to function?
Why do we need to fit into this hell?