Bitter

You must eat so many lemons...

Copy and paste a replacement face,

Cause mine's not designed to maintain the pace

Of a heart or a mind that's inclined to race constantly,

Sad prayers are lost on me,

Cause the big man upstairs declares the cost of what I want to be,

 I'm free 

To choose the nature of my slavery 

Dream of throwing off these chains and it feels so f*****g savoury, 

A man only in name, live like a dog and crave a sweet release 

Get nothing for my trouble but the sickly smell of rotting meat,

 So let me burst your bubble with the tale of my hypocrisy 

Pick through all the rubble of the fortresses protecting me, 

In hope that we can juggle all the fear, pain, and ecstasy

 To find the sense of balance that i need so f*****g desperately,