Oh, irony, you've stabbed me in the back.
The little girl with boys at her feet?
Dignity is at her feet now,
Held down by footprints,
Nailed down by love.

Oh, sanity, where have you gone?
Drained from my fingertips,
You blame me for this:
Love has chased you off?
He has chased you off.

Oh, lack there of, what am I missing?
Could it be that self esteem creased in the corner of his mouth,
Or that sense of pride scraped at the bottom of his shoe?
You tell me, because even after months of recognition,
I still hardly even know you.

Oh, jealousy, you're here again.
You've ran up my spine,
And back to my mind, to whisper such truth..
Dignity will die when irony does dance,
And sanity will only sink if prodded, if stolen by a cheap romance.
 
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