Practically Priceless
Beginning.
Jealous and beyond my surprise,
I see the audience...stare at me...
A million eyes stare vacantly or with meaning
I know I must be happy, but I am crying again
He's looking after you
He cares about you
And I...and I...
Am practically priceless
Sexy sweat drips on the floor
I guess you don't love me no more...
Juggling doubts of shame...
Jealous and beyond my surprise,
I see the audience...stare at me...
A million eyes stare vacantly or with meaning
I know I must be happy, but I am crying again
He's looking after you
He cares about you
He desires you...
I'm upset because I never knew
That I...that I...
Am practically priceless
Sexy sweat drips on the floor
I guess you don't love me no more...
Juggling doubts of shame...
This love between us didn't work out
Out of the blue...I have no doubt
In my mind that you weren't the kind of friend I once knew
But, I'm stronger than you...I'm sure it's true
I'm sure it's true that you're not my kind
I'm left behind, only to find
Your shadows and reflections of plenty
Turn the music up for a few minutes please
You are as tasty as crackers with cheese on it
And I...and I...
Am practically out of my mind right now
Somehow, there's some hope in store
I want to live, but to live in reality -
I'm an attention whore and more...
more...
I adore not I...
I adore not I...
why? Why?
Left behind to the core
Go ahead and slam that door
Say it behind my back -
The insults that are lined up in a rack
You gossiper...
You traitor...
You foolish brat...
You snitch...
You nasty hoe...
Get lost...
Slit me and please me -
My blood runs freely
JUST GO....GO WITH THE FLOW
You...ahhh...you...
You are nothing to me at this moment
This anger tortures me so...I never meant
To leave scars on my own body
I am the only one that understands
Where I stand
In my so-called house...
I'm as sneaky as a rat or a mouse
I like being abused,
But I hate the aftershocks of being used
Bullied most of my life
I'm pretty sure it hurts being handsome and having to deal with perpetual strife
The End.
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014
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