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Date Posted: 09:53:00 04/13/11 Wed
Author: Vincent Callahan
Subject: Lack of Colour

Monochrome days in a shattered mind, acting blind
Half the time I visit just to see the shards re-align
Let's quit the glam game and stop naming names
Pop the purple pill with skill, it was my claim to fame
You play coy but there's pain in your text message
I'm under 'V' in your list of alcoholic ex's

It's like I'm her new nightmare
Cue the nightvision, you'll see I'm right there
Behind a shadow hugging a tree, so high
This life had much to offer, watch it go by
He's so shy and she's so bi
Cumming for the fun of it
Fronting inside like she's Princess Di
Well, I'll be the first on the scene to see the princess die
Perverted intent mixed with incest crimes
You could have a heart and join me in death
Why?

She says I don't spend time or spend dollars
Thought-police on the prowl 'bout to catch a fresh collar
Psychic spies in Asia going through your data
'Til the end of time your sweet-nothing's a now & later


Watching me with a sixth sense, a remote view
Sorta likes my life and the things I go through
Pathological liar, Dior skinny jeans on fire
I never had the skinny gene, shut-in like a vampire
A hermit crab that's been a son but never a dad
Life's a bitch PMS-ing, time to change the Maxi pad

We break up, make up, take drugs
Money is our savior, we're going bankrupt
Playing a part in your life to see how it shapes up
You'll never know if its real love or fake lust.

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