PCL-R

by David Paul   Nov 6, 2009


It's hurt so good for all my life,
This simple feeling won't suffice,
The world revolving back track shuffle,
With such long lasting self conflict scuffles.

Let this lie be all you need,
These simple words to plant a seed,
Self doubt, no, resound , no,
Trying not to let it show.

Run me through a savvy pint,
This ransom note is all you'll find,
It's true I say, she's not as great,
A complex scheme that ends in fate.

What if it leaves me so without,
For me, myself, I am devout,
A self entangled book of greed,
Let this lie be all you need.

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