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WolfOfOdin
Word Salad (Keep in mind, half finished)
I know you can't hear a word I say,
And you'll substitute your own for mine
Again you'll have it your own way,
Just drop a cheery, flirty little line.
So while you imagine what I'm saying,
I'll tell you what I mean, you see.
You'll be the one who ends up paying,
So I'll smile and take my time.....
You're a bore and a fool
(You're so perfect and demure)
A whore and a tool
(So strong and secure)
Of those you think yer
Using.
A pathetic washed up hack
(Original and witty)
A miserable little lie
(The Bard come again!)
Oh I'm not taking any of this back
And I can see that plastic smile fading.
You're a rotting heap of filth
(You're as stunning as the dawn)
A proudly grinning beast
(So graceful and so poised!)
It doesn't matter what I say
As long as I use the right
cues and intonation
You'll make up the words as
I go along, and craft your own
Prose to replace my song.
So suck it in while I'm rambling
And I'll tell you of hate, of
Rage and pain and fear,
Of all those things you never feel.
Of all those things you can't hear
Because it's really all the same to
You no matter what I say,
And I can get these feelings off my chest.
So you'll lie, I'll hide and maybe you'll
Decide that my little rants, my catchy little
Screeds, my hip little quips, are words of
Praise and love.
So I'll abide by my words, and know you don't
Hear, because if you did it'd be a friendly suicide
I know you can't hear a word I say,
And you'll substitute your own for mine
Again you'll have it your own way,
Just drop a cheery, flirty little line.
So while you imagine what I'm saying,
I'll tell you what I mean, you see.
You'll be the one who ends up paying,
So I'll smile and take my time.....
You're a bore and a fool
(You're so perfect and demure)
A whore and a tool
(So strong and secure)
Of those you think yer
Using.
A pathetic washed up hack
(Original and witty)
A miserable little lie
(The Bard come again!)
Oh I'm not taking any of this back
And I can see that plastic smile fading.
You're a rotting heap of filth
(You're as stunning as the dawn)
A proudly grinning beast
(So graceful and so poised!)
It doesn't matter what I say
As long as I use the right
cues and intonation
You'll make up the words as
I go along, and craft your own
Prose to replace my song.
So suck it in while I'm rambling
And I'll tell you of hate, of
Rage and pain and fear,
Of all those things you never feel.
Of all those things you can't hear
Because it's really all the same to
You no matter what I say,
And I can get these feelings off my chest.
So you'll lie, I'll hide and maybe you'll
Decide that my little rants, my catchy little
Screeds, my hip little quips, are words of
Praise and love.
So I'll abide by my words, and know you don't
Hear, because if you did it'd be a friendly suicide