I hate the way that I feel,
I've lost control of all emotion.
I lost the understanding of "real",
As it passed me by in slow motion.

Why should I even try,
When pain is all i've become.
And happiness is just a lie.
Begging for me to succumb.

And your pretty smile,
So tedium at it's best.
Flirting with such denial.
You're consumed by false success.

Your interest is so pervert.
It drives me mad with animosity,
Your talent at causing such hurt,
Is impelled by your curiosity.

I hate the way I feel,
When I've lost control of all emotion.
And I lose the understanding of "real"
And it passes me by in slow motion.

 
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