My Dreams of Her
I drift back and wallow in my self-demise
There's a wicked conflict that lay behind my eyes
My under reaction to your explanation, it seems
I could care less for you, even in my dreams
Your excuses were over-rated
Just like mine
Look inside my mirror
And know that you are to blame
For what you find
My mother was a parody of a beautiful life
There's pill bottles stashed behind her pictures
Her memory is a parody of a beautiful lie
Even when I dream of her, I'm angry
When I speak of her, it is with anguish
And the problem lies behind my eyes
So nobody can see
It never escapes my mouth
So no one can hear..
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