اصل بول
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In my dreams I am a hero,
I plant flowers in the wasteland.
In my life I am like Nero
With a grudge-list and a harpoon.
In my high school yearbook I was voted
Least likely to succeed.
It's better than being voted
Most likely not to breed.
Regicide is easy when don't have any bread.
You can storm the bastille
With your thoughts, your fists, your legs.
If someone built my home, my throne,
On concentrated quicksand,
You could just add water and watch me sink
To all of your demands.
If you loved me
You would at least try to make me feel sorry.
If you loved me
Maybe, baby,
You would break my nose.
And if I didn't love you I'd apologize,
Instead of setting fire to all your clothes.
Instead of setting fire to all my clothes.
My minds a crumbling cliff
And it's full of skeletons.
It's my way of living
In the present and past.
If you dig through the layers,
You just might find my mom,
Twenty and skinny in a white sun dress.
Back when love was presocratic.
I ran all those stop signs just to be dramatic.
Emotionally consistency was achieved with superglue.
I was unwavering,
But you too were unmoved.
If I hated you it would be so easy, dear.
If I hated you maybe I could get some sleep
Instead of standing with your bedsheets stiff with stains,
Over my head so everyone can see
What kind of ghost
You've been making out of me.
