Switchblade Tragedy
Instant friction
Lost in a fiction
A certain malnutrition
Of the world we live in
Can't stop this rejection
Familiarization is a complication
A mirrored reflection
Down to the core of perfection
These are my switchblade tragedies
Deal on a dime
Don't know what it means
Just a lost cause with no novel-tine
And a condescending outlook to this nicotine
Casting the capers into oblivion
Laughing out loud at the world you threw me in
Can't stop the pounding
Living up to my surroundings
And as a matter of fact
Don't plan to take it back
These are my switchblade tragedies
So don't count on my own sweet parodies
A bitter-sweet taste that leaves you wanting more
To settle the score
Lost in my own transition
My own demolition
Fighting for my right to reposition
To recondition
These are what I call
My switchblade tragedies
It leaves you wanting more
It leaves you wanting more
Copyright © Ashley Houston-Newman | Year Posted 2011
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