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Rouge Carpet Disaster
This storys old but I will tell it anyways
What’s brewing is the same speech I gave myself yesterday
I'm using old material
And it's not even feasible!
And clearly not working
You can find those words between the grave and me
You’ll find my scribbled ink resting at the bottom of the Alfords plea
Your landscape; my world
This pre-apocalyptic summit is our Bambi
but it died a grisly death a long time ago
I'm suffocating your mind with the dark
because that's where you've kept my depression for so long
Innocence shaved you down,
Grinded you up
And drew you in a line with a credit card
It said it was giving up on you since the aftermath left you so scarred
I told you you were playing with fire
And now under your sleeves,
Reigns your new fashion statement of looking charred
I let it go
And there it went
I let it go and wouldn't you know?!
I never thought of it again
And there it went
And God already left when he found out
I was reliving this story again
Another year repeating this nightmare where every sentence is a test
All of my angels called out with a permanent sick day
And what was I supposed to say?
Everyone knows I’ve never been cut out for confrontation
We're only gypsies; rich with world experience,
but we lost our bags full of roses and rubies
I let you take a hit,
And my radical forgiveness exploded your insides like a lava lamp
You poked the bear and lead it right back to our camp
But now look who screams;
When looking in the mirror was only for “wannabe prom queens”
Feeling the heat of a power struggle with hell
Did I lose or did it default beneath me?
Denial is your best friend
I've never seen you two so chummy
Scrubs and a scalpel,
I've never seen you three so chummy
And your revolving knife in my back
Was a bigger twist than David and Goliath
Am I at least top three on your patient list?
Well I can't help but question your degree,
When there's a non-medical blade plunged in my back
you shouldn't need an X-ray to see
And you said, don't let crusade starters get to your head
The insults you launched at me was the firing squad instead
So here, take a bigger hit and let it go straight to your head
I let it go
And there it went
I let it go and wouldn't you know?
I never thought of it again
And there it went
Despite the outcome, that was never up to us anyways
My true intent will forever be a guessing game
Like the light I tried to shed on this,
comfortably it will die
between the grave and I
Copyright ©
Matthew Bailey
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