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Unexpected Tendancies

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There are more frightening things than what I’ve seen and what I’ve done
You’re a fugitive, baby, but you don’t know what you’re running from
You see, there’s a difference between the way things are and the way they ought to be
I hope you sing along with this song because you know you’re broken like me
With every word timed perfectly and every line well rehearsed
They’re going to make you believe that you deserve so much worse
But I’m going to let you in on a little secret, sweetheart
If you give up now, you’ll just be missing the best part
This town never sleeps and this city’s become your prison
You better watch what you say ‘cause everyone wants a listen
When’s the last time someone touched a part of you other than your body?
Your unshed tears aren’t saying enough, but you still won’t admit you’re sorry
You’re finding comfort in your insanity
But you can’t keep living in your own little fantasy
The constant beat in my chest has been silenced until further notice
I can’t be begging for your forgiveness if all I am is heartless
So here’s to those broken days and those dreams about nothing
Things may be confusing now but all of it has to mean something
I’m the patron saint of liars and fakes
So think twice before you tell me about all your mistakes
I’ve done some pretty crappy things, but don’t you dare act so innocent
You’re just as bad as I am; maybe even a little hell bent
Don’t get too close to me and, sweetie, you won’t get hurt
Sorry if I’m too much to handle, but I have a tendency to flirt
With disaster and mess around with tragedy
But that’s okay; I’ve accepted it as my reality
Some have called me troubled while others have called me gifted
Trust me when I tell you I can write it better than you’ve felt it
But excuse me if everything I say is laced with malice
I guess I ultimately gave in to all the fakeness
So when the time finally comes and I stumble upon that crossroads
I know I need to keep with the path I’ve chosen or give up and let go
But until then my life’s just become a boring pop song
And everyone’s singing along…





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