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A personal revolution is in full swing Some new bling, more paint I'm the patron saint of all things fake, Far too long consumed by rage Things ha..

Life is no Mills & Boon But a week ago Life was alright Everything was in sight. He didn't want me, simple as. I escaped from Alcatraz And..

What have I done? The can of worms That is my heart Has been opened And torn apart. You want that 'drive thru' love, Go to the next window Re..

Is this what it's come to Me playing the man? This, might I add Was never part of the plan. As you pull me closer You look so dumb, I knew you'd..

My head is racing away Convinced we could make it work, I have the plot in my grasp, You and me You only have to ask. Love is breathing down my..

The shallow grave that is boredom Swallows me down, the Devil is DJ It is no rave, hot and burn, hot and burn. The air scrapes my throat Like sa..

He slings himself around his neck Like a medal, A symbol for all things s**t, He simply cannot keep his legs shut, His bulge won't be told, For h..

Inside I'm at war Tense, I cannot sleep. Is it any wonder I cannot fall back into The clutches of slumber When my conscience is relentless? Toke..

I read your diary once A travesty I know, The book was red and tortoise shell Spiral bound, just like us. You were jealous as hell, You wanted ..

The alarming clock ticks like sickness, A plodding drone Each second a clone. This room is a voyeur, My very own annexe, A piece of the world, ..