Caricamento in corso...

ive seen me through your eyes

I’ve seen me through your eyes
And what a threadbare tapestry I’ve become
The milks turned sour, the embers lay cold
As my ego wanders through this maze alone
 
Wild animals call and devour me whole
Just to spit and regurgatate me spliced
And my room with a view, it speaks of angst and woe
This series of circles cry at intervals, well rehearsed
 
No truth and no hope
Just bullets, pills and rope
Will never stop the ever steepening
Hill of mud we scale
No saints or sinners
No absinth or thinners
Can char and burn
All the insanity away
 
But as I sit and reminisce
Of events unfolded
I’m reminded
That we never really leave the stage
I’ve seen me through your eyes
I saw the look you gave

(2013)

That moment,when you finally realise you're a complete embarrassment.

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