Your smile reminds me of boiling water
bubbling over with demonic insanity
and your eyes under with more of a face with wonder
understanding it all with a nod
but with no ponder, you're the one with no thoughts
I am a talker who doesn't stop

Sometimes I get to a point
when I think you are the distraction
the mindless infection, the unthinkable gripped and moveable sinner
but sometimes I comprehend
I'm weak and without a helping hand
I'm unwell and out of the blue
you're sectioned into three or four pieces
the stats keep on breaking

The newer innocence
delivered to be true
less commercial and stains of blood red
I catch myself racing to be a smile
just to be some crease of happiness and worth of while on your face
 
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