GuyOfYurDreams30's blog: "My Songs"

(New Song, unfinished)

I never knew how you could stand tall

With my back pressed against the wall

You could have chosen anyone

But you put your finger to the gun (and pulled the trigger like a pro)

You wore that smile like a shark

Whispers on phones in the silent dark

Wielding your sickle with style and grace

Winning every pretty face

It's not you, it's compulsion

A hollowness filled with your consumption

Addiction to self-absorption

Anything to forget your own word

Knives laid bare on a screen

Pretending you're on my team

Rehearsing lines for your scene

A friend spent isn't a friend earned

So here's to past times, staying up all night

Sneaking out and sneaking in together

But that's the last time, I'll ever trust you

Because all that's gold isn't all that glitters

That razor's edge you've been dancing upon

Has got you drawn onto

The vile inside your head, and the phial inside your hand

You never wanted to take blame

For every target at which you took aim

Gold dress on your fingertips

Poached kisses on your lips

I tried just like I professed

But you never once confessed

The many things to which you wrest

Trying to quench your own thirst

I'll stand back, just like you wanted

Flash my teeth, as you flaunt it

Hope my ghost leaves you haunted

You call me brother, but, brother, you're the worst

So here's to past times, staying up all night

Sneaking out and sneaking in together

But that's the last time, I'll ever trust you

Because all that's gold isn't all that glitters