Here we go
Round 43
Static crackling
on our tension wire
high above
surface serenity
Meanwhile
out in the for show world
nobody knows
the depth
of our underlying misery
They still believe
the whole fairy tale
bill of sale we were all sold
Pain payments accrued
Hurt gone delinquent
now way past due
Guess we were the last to know
tis now time
to close this horror show
So don't second guess
this mutual mess
and bitchfest yet again
about me missing
a spot or two
Cause the shadow
of your black hole heart
forced me to paint
our broken scenario
in the dark
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