Rewind
The mind
likes to play
this dirty trick
to make me stay
even though I know
it’s lame, and it’s a shame
I repeat these games, but I
need to escape. Do you have
a backspace, a rewind so I can
replay my mistakes, and act like
everything is OK, even though you
and I know nothing will be the same.
I reword my dialogue, I redress the set. I
scramble your response, and pretend it’s meant
to make me feel like I’m the best at what I do and what
I need, but heaven knows I have so much misery. Retract
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what I said, I wish I was meaner. I wish I said you are a
disruptor. You have no respect, and you deserve to
suffer. I don’t use my hard times as bait so I
feel I can disrespect those who give me the
time and space I know I need. Like I said,
is it worth it, the enemy you made out
of me? When last Christmas you
pretended I never existed and
I called you out to see if you
are OK, but I got nothing.
It’s then I knew I finally
snapped just like you
needed me to, so
you choked me
at the jugular
and saw me
burn one
last time.
