My mood is sour
you've lost your power
your spell has been broken
the truth will be spoken
I guess the theory of the shelf
never over powers fantasy herself
I didn't wake from a dream
I've always been aware of what's real
I'll abandon the thought of u in a ditch
don't worry, I'm not a cold hearted b***h
you're a part of this poem
but this poem is about me
My keepers,My angels
they gave me sight
in a different dimension
I saw it bright
the easy smile has never been there
your teeth are crooked,beware
I don't like your face
guess you're not the one
you were such a pretty vase
but the dust gave you a glaze
thanks to you
my thoughts got tainted
and I won't have fun
but that's for now hon
T