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Well that was shallow.
But then again the lyrics are right; no one cares about the inside so why bother putting out anything but the icing, right kids?
Stop trying to portray a feeling of indifference towards not so petty lifestyles, kid. You know how you really feel about it all, how the stomach sinks and all you can think about is hopeless fairy tale endings that don’t really exist, but even so you cling to them like a newborn baby clings to its mother.
I wasn’t trying to portray anything of the sort. I just…it’s easier to throw on the ballroom mask and pretend to be something else. Just for a little while, I know I’d have to put down the mask before going under the covers and then I’d be paralyzed, incapable of acting out what many, I’m sure, do frequently. It’s not that though, that’s not what we’re talking about at all.
‘Bout time you came to that conclusion. Poking and prodding was always my game, but it gets boring after a while.
It’s finalized, I’m closing the book now, the last letter of the last word for the last sentence that was dedicated to a dead end potential for that.
He was never a potential in the first place, you just forced yourself to believe that he was. You lied to yourself every night, dreaming of romantic fallacies that would greet you in the middle of the night during your wanderings. You were a fool.
Aye, I dreamt and I fooled, and now I’m accepting the latter. Is that so bad?
No…not so bad at all, kid, not so bad at all.
Now, I just have to move on…but should I forget?
Move on, most definitely. Forget? That one’s up to you.
But then again the lyrics are right; no one cares about the inside so why bother putting out anything but the icing, right kids?
Stop trying to portray a feeling of indifference towards not so petty lifestyles, kid. You know how you really feel about it all, how the stomach sinks and all you can think about is hopeless fairy tale endings that don’t really exist, but even so you cling to them like a newborn baby clings to its mother.
I wasn’t trying to portray anything of the sort. I just…it’s easier to throw on the ballroom mask and pretend to be something else. Just for a little while, I know I’d have to put down the mask before going under the covers and then I’d be paralyzed, incapable of acting out what many, I’m sure, do frequently. It’s not that though, that’s not what we’re talking about at all.
‘Bout time you came to that conclusion. Poking and prodding was always my game, but it gets boring after a while.
It’s finalized, I’m closing the book now, the last letter of the last word for the last sentence that was dedicated to a dead end potential for that.
He was never a potential in the first place, you just forced yourself to believe that he was. You lied to yourself every night, dreaming of romantic fallacies that would greet you in the middle of the night during your wanderings. You were a fool.
Aye, I dreamt and I fooled, and now I’m accepting the latter. Is that so bad?
No…not so bad at all, kid, not so bad at all.
Now, I just have to move on…but should I forget?
Move on, most definitely. Forget? That one’s up to you.