Lame duck Oh lame duck
walks into the room
swear to you
lame duck
what is it with you
Everything is now lame duck
sheets on the couch
cigarette butts on the carpet
the scratches on the fridge door
laughter from the chorals
and banter from the weak
have left us in awkward standing
another weekend rambling
about the should & shouldn't haves
of a woeful world
lame duck, oh lame duck
you haven't even tried
to change your life
but by the things that you said
it all seemed so nice.
Lame duck, oh lame duck
make sure they all hear you
quack.
No reason to fight off the infection
if you keep poisoning your mind
behind everyone's back
Lame duck, oh Lame Duck
Look at your walk
always peeking over your shoulder
and waddling your back
hoping someone will see you
maybe someone just might
catch your attention
and it's off to a new start
.
who_leo
02 October 2010
When I erased them all
When you realize
that I deleted all of them
for you, and that I
pushed you away
for your own good,
will you forgive me?
Or still be angry.
I will never know,
and somehow thats o.k.
Because they were not really
my friends anyway.
We all know about loyalties
and the last thing
that you needed
was someone telling you
how I felt.
You were always too good for it
and I made sure you didn't hear
anymore.
that I deleted all of them
for you, and that I
pushed you away
for your own good,
will you forgive me?
Or still be angry.
I will never know,
and somehow thats o.k.
Because they were not really
my friends anyway.
We all know about loyalties
and the last thing
that you needed
was someone telling you
how I felt.
You were always too good for it
and I made sure you didn't hear
anymore.
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