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You [without me]
here I sit awkwardly
in the realm of uncomfortability
all the thoughts and feelings come running back to me
and I end up looking like a fool you see
I can't count how many times this has happened
the product of being lambasted by my imperfect actions
I lost count; the 5th or 6th time in succession?
attention becomes a convention as I hide myself for protection
so what did I mean
oh I grimaced as I pressed the enter key
thinking to myself, god damnit this is hypocrisy
how would you feel if someone started talking about you without me?
I rack my brain
for something that might sound pleasing
thoughts that have past sound angry and mean
defeating the meaning of achieving the solace I've been needing
so what do I do? raise my placard; abstention!
"delegate, by what right do you speak?"
"too many unanswered questions!"
where most people take steps, I have to do a 360 degree actuation
tell me though,
why must emotion turn into perfection?
shuffle the deck, 11 cards to each
organized chronologically by your best and worst feelings
somehow or another I'm on the bottom of the pile
"what? how!"
this is someone I didn't want to hide my smile from in life for awhile!
put down the cards that are dealt by its dealer
everyone folds, and I'm the queen thats forseen
quick! get him on a slide, what can we reveal?
how would you act if you couldn't express how you feel
"so long", "farewell", he'll be on his way
its easy, they'll be another someday
we'll shove him in a box and throw him away
beautiful, job well done, dare I say touché?
friends or lovers aren't a box thats empty
but a mass of truth, respect, hope and meaning
"no really, I mean it this time, this will fix everything!"
put me out, I'm only human, you forget that I'm still breathing
for too long I ignored good judgement
but I liked the reflection I see
don't let me go
just believe in me
together, lets break this mystery
so tell me, what did I mean
only the instinctive indignations of life's worst qualities
but this lack of trust sent me straight to the guillotine
would you feel if someone started talking about you without me?
-- Mark Zipadelli
here I sit awkwardly
in the realm of uncomfortability
all the thoughts and feelings come running back to me
and I end up looking like a fool you see
I can't count how many times this has happened
the product of being lambasted by my imperfect actions
I lost count; the 5th or 6th time in succession?
attention becomes a convention as I hide myself for protection
so what did I mean
oh I grimaced as I pressed the enter key
thinking to myself, god damnit this is hypocrisy
how would you feel if someone started talking about you without me?
I rack my brain
for something that might sound pleasing
thoughts that have past sound angry and mean
defeating the meaning of achieving the solace I've been needing
so what do I do? raise my placard; abstention!
"delegate, by what right do you speak?"
"too many unanswered questions!"
where most people take steps, I have to do a 360 degree actuation
tell me though,
why must emotion turn into perfection?
shuffle the deck, 11 cards to each
organized chronologically by your best and worst feelings
somehow or another I'm on the bottom of the pile
"what? how!"
this is someone I didn't want to hide my smile from in life for awhile!
put down the cards that are dealt by its dealer
everyone folds, and I'm the queen thats forseen
quick! get him on a slide, what can we reveal?
how would you act if you couldn't express how you feel
"so long", "farewell", he'll be on his way
its easy, they'll be another someday
we'll shove him in a box and throw him away
beautiful, job well done, dare I say touché?
friends or lovers aren't a box thats empty
but a mass of truth, respect, hope and meaning
"no really, I mean it this time, this will fix everything!"
put me out, I'm only human, you forget that I'm still breathing
for too long I ignored good judgement
but I liked the reflection I see
don't let me go
just believe in me
together, lets break this mystery
so tell me, what did I mean
only the instinctive indignations of life's worst qualities
but this lack of trust sent me straight to the guillotine
would you feel if someone started talking about you without me?
-- Mark Zipadelli