marți, 13 septembrie 2011

Anymore


Afraid I am bad,
Scared they could think I'm too good.
These incongruent thoughts,
A predicament turning into obsession.

I don't know what I'm supposed to think
Anymore.
I don't know what I'm supposed to smoke
Anymore.

Admit your own choices
Dismissing the pressure of circumstance.
These incongruent feelings
Turning a mad man into a child.

I don't know what I'm supposed to feel
Anymore.
I don't know what I'm supposed to smoke
Anymore.

When the tear falls - not anymore,
Oh, you're so foolish to cry.
When the heart twitches - not anymore,
Oh, you're so weak to fall.






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