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love, let my love inside go free

you fuck with them, you fuck with me

I wake up, look in the mirror Something stares back at me and shivers What if I’ll look like this fool forever? What if I’ll look like this fool forever? 

i was blessed with legs so i could walk away from everything i promised i'd work harder to retain i was blessed with lips so i could mouth these lies and trick you into thinking i could keep you by my side and i understand the consequence of living in my head and i understand the selfishness of wishing i was dead and i comprehend your feelings but yr not the only one who ultimately in the end will hate what i've become i was blessed with legs so i could run away from everything i love the most and worked hard to obtain i was blessed with lips so i could sing this song to convince myself it's not my fault and it would've happened all along

The old lady on my bus took one long look at me and huffed One long sigh of disapproval while she ate her apple strudel My tattoos did quite offend her my haircut enough to send her Off the deep end for a lecture to tell me how it affects her “You’ll regret those when yr older” and at that time if I’d felt bolder I’d respond And you’ll regret being so rude and ignorant You don’t have to make me feel bad just because I make you feel mad And I won’t partake in your debate, to hear about those things you hate Old lady you don’t know me and you certainly don’t owe me An ounce of yr minds interior to make me feel inferior I’ve done nothing to upset you only wish I hadn’t met you On this bus, cuz can’t you see I just wanna get from A to B I don’t wanna see you look down yr nose From the top of my head to the bottom of my toes And listen to yr snide remarks snappin’ yr mouth like a great white shark And I wanna stop and shake her, in the hope that it’ll make her Take note and mental clearance of judging people by appearance Cuz looks can be deceiving and it kinda leaves me reeling To know that she thinks less of me due to ignorance and bigotry And I’m definitely not ageist but being mean can be contagious So when I open my mouth to say, ‘she’s just an old bitch,’ That’s not okay But if she didn’t act like one I wouldn’t have to say I met this stupid old woman as I was on my way To play a gig in London just the other day And I don’t want to upset her Cuz maybe she had dementia Or some other illness old folk get Am I being ageist yet? Frustration has made me forget the example I was supposed to set That when someone says something mean it’s best to keep yr conscience clean Smile and nod, repel the hate, you don’t have to retaliate That old lady’s probably lonely and plus she doesn’t even know me And tonight when she goes to bed I wonder what runs through her head Did she make a positive impression or think she was teaching me a lesson Or maybe should would feel real sad knowing that she made me feel bad Or maybe she takes pleasure, in the measure of her rudeness And if that’s true so be it and when she’s mean I guess she means it Regardless of the outcome all I want to say Is what the hell is an apple strudel, anyway?

just like she said it's my last try this time i swear that i won't die i've done this stage it's not that hard boss fight's a joke when the jump to get there's the hardest part when you press start it tricks my pixel heart into thinking you give a shit but i know that you don't you press ESC and i know it's too late no 1-up will save us now and i know that it won't and oh i should know that my princess is another castle and oh i won't go on a quest to remind me i'm alone caring for you is kind of like a 1 player game with no co-op in sight i got KO'd it's my last life but in this game called love you don't get another try

oh i locked myself away and i'm on the brink of learning how to think without your words protruding through my skull, with one brief pull they fell like bullet-wounded birds in flight with no more chance to fight than if my eyes were gouged and my hands bound it made me sad to think that if i had a gun i'd shoot them instead this story's getting old it's old it's old, the final curtain call i wish i'd kept my mouth shut oh it's all my fault, the final curtain call i wish i'd kept it shut oh a habit i can't kick and it makes me sick to think i think too much about such things as how yr friends perceive or if i'm naive to not know already what they think so i know it's for the best i lay to rest

oh i locked myself away and i'm on the brink of learning how to think without your words protruding through my skull with one brief pull they fell like bullet wounded birds in flight with no more chance to fight than if my eyes were gouged and my hands bound it made me sad to think that if i had a gun i'd shoot them instead this story's getting old it's old it's old the final curtain call i wish i'd kept my mouth shut oh it's all my fault the final curtain call i wish i'd kept it shut oh a habit i can't kick and it makes me sick to think i think too much about such things as how yr friends perceive or if i'm naive to not know already what they'll think so i know it's for the best i lay to rest these thoughts within my brain that cause me pain goodbye don't cry but if you don't i'll be wondering why