Monday, October 25, 2010
Mockingbird
You're a mockingbird, listen to you sing
about your foolish fallacies with an ever-present greed.
You're a mockingbird, listen to you praise
yourself and all of your arrogant ways.
Mock me mockingbird!
Words as weapons, lies told to us.
Words hurt like hell, like broken bones!
Absence of scars, doesn't equate to lack of harm.
I was scarred for life by those small, simple things
you said were so harmless.
I've been scarred from life and the small, spiteful words
you say are so harmless.
I'm scared of life, because of this small singing bird
you say is so harmless.
I'm screaming now to let you know that nothing is harmless!
When words serve as knives
a throat is cut by its own voice.
You're a mockingbird, listen to you sing
about your foolish fallacies with an ever-present greed.
You're a mockingbird, listen to you praise
yourself and all of your arrogant ways.
Mock me mockingbird!
Sing, sing, sing.
Sing until you can't anymore!
Sing, mockingbird, sing:
sing, sing, sing.
Sing your stupid songs.
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