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ONE PERSON'S PASSION IS ANOTHER'S PERVERSION... THE EXTREMES OF INTIMATE EXPERIENCE ARE WITHOUT LIMITS
ONE PERSON'S FICTION IS ANOTHER PERSON'S EXPERIENCE SO BEWARE FOR ANYTHING GOES HERE - YES, ANYTHING
THAT WHICH SHOCKS YOU MOST IS BORN OF YOUR OWN FEAR - BUT CAN YOU FACE YOUR FEAR?
OR DO YOU JUST HIDE BEHIND POPULAR JUDGMENT LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE?

and there you are


and there you are
so resolute
in your self-indulgence
you substitute
cake for compassion
ice cream for love
and you wonder why
you do not find
the love you dream of

you want more love than you're willing to give yourself
so how do you expect to get it from anyone else
you confuse your need
with your real desire
you sit and deny
that you are a liar
but you only fool
yourself when you want to
somewhere deep inside you you know
you are afraid to let go

and every pound you put on is a victim
of your insecure rendevous
with your secret self-destruction
and pretend we don't have a clue
as to how it happens
or why you're alone
have another cupcake
just like a dog with a bone

and there you are
feeling pathetic
in your sweet addiction
why don't you reject it?
you'd rather be sorry
and get sympathy
than admit your afraid
of responsibility

for your own love and care for yourself
so how can you get it from somebody else
you want your daddy or mommy to come
and tell you it's alright to be blind deaf and dumb?

and every day you live's a contradiction
for you choose to die by your own hand
I watch as you consume more poisons
and pretend you don't understand
just how it happens
or why you're alone
have another drink/smoke
just like a dog with a bone

and when you make yourself sick enough to be beyond medicine
and you deny you did it just what do you think you will win?
what a waste, your foolish game, no wonder you feel so sad and alone
when all you have left is self-pity
to comfort you on your own

and there you are
looking so surprised
in your dark depression
did you open your eyes?
did you really believe
that you are the only one?
what an egocentric choice
to give up before you've begun

you want more trust than you're willing to give yourself
so how do you expect to get it from anyone else
you confuse your faith
with your real desire
you sit and deny
that you are on fire
but you only fool
yourself when you want to
somewhere deep inside you you know
you are afraid to let go

and every moment you waste is a victim
of your insecure rendevous
with your secret self-destruction
and pretend we don't have a clue
as to how it happens
or why you're alone
have another dream lover
just like a dog with a bone

and there you are




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