this is actually old. i had saved the draft, but.. here it is. i do like some of this better now that i've revisited.
i'm wasting my time with this musical nonsense, this horrid extraordinary thing that i love
mechanical heart brought me round to think common sense; waste of a brain only coos like a dove
so many things i might want to be, swimming around through my consciousness
intruding upon my most favored of lyrics
from melodies stashed where nobody can hear them
loco bella, crazy beauty, that's me
but my beauty comes from the under the skin
my pretty alice girl, she fell
from high among the treetops where
she talked the birds into their songs
she coaxed them out, where they belong
she landed in this modern wonderland of sorts
where the hearts are merely trophies worn
around the necks of lovers who can't feel remorse
or worse
i'm looking through it all just like a window
without seeing anything that's really here
nothing exists anymore, on this plane i've landed in
everyone's a fake, & every heart's got to break
& that's just the way it is
i feel like half a person
walkin 'round, stumblin' down the streets i used to live
i don't know how i got into this place alone
but i know i can't stay long
shattered sun
scattered pieces
splattered heart
quick'ning paces
i don't know
where to go
but i know
i can't stay here.
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