You believed them right
both of you..
check out my parallel universal lifeline
with another two, competing for them like fries on the sides
Since when does love compete, and more so, since when does a relationship
stay alive, or be repressed depend on whose got the beat
If that's the case, then fuck the base
When chocolate, and light, serenaded my nights
The stepsisters, stepped out of Cinderella, to bring out a broom in my hand sight
As though, the image of a doormat, or its consequent addiction patterned and stirred cries
would insinuate, or distant my protective knights
These games are for kids, as you soon come to realize, that they return pretty quick
and screw your world, in the same way you screw with imaginary 'wands', standing like twigs
Your mirrored reflections, become a joke, one based on manipulation and a need to separate poles
Unable to unite your own beautiful flaws
Whilst you may succeed for a little while, those who supported your miles
soon come to realize your true insecure styles
And those who believed you once upon a time, soon value that which they distanced
out of passed on beliefs, instead of trusting that which they saw
What doesn't work starts to include you, and I feel blessed to have learnt something
so valuable by a bunch of fools who think they have wicked tools
I'm still standing.. how can you tell.. you only know about someone who fell.
