Too many words
on chicken scratched pages
Two lovelorn fools
on opposing stages
Has this been a curse
or a shrouded blessing?
I’ve got a lifetime
of sins worth confessing
No, nobody’s there
Can’t display what we hide
So I bleached all my hair
Can’t express how we feel
Punched a hole through my nose
There’s no one to blame
for the lanes I once chose
Used to party and get rowdy
Throw discretion out the door
Used to lure ’em, love ’em, leave ’em
but don’t want that anymore
Just need some peace of mind
a place that’s safe to be set free
But the past keeps me in shackles
Suffocating. I can’t breathe
A needle later, I wake up
with nine words etched into my skin
Far too numb to bother crying
Two lips forced into a grin
“What’s the matter, little robot?
Don’t you like the way you’re programmed?
Suck it up, smile for the camera
Sacrifice: Your free will be damned!”
Getting tired, must keep going
Pay attention to the script
Got so caught up in the plot
I lost my footing and I tripped
Face meets pavement, busted femur
Couple stitches ‘cross the cheek
I broke character, I’m sorry
Let me practice my technique
Got these crutches still, I’m limping
Even after all these years
Hope to get my day in court soon
Karma’s bill is in arrears
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