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That Sum 41 Song in Fifth Grade
Contributed by
sally-heart-jack
on
Thursday, 21st September 2006 @ 06:31:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
obsession
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Think of me thinking of you as a private game.
As if it's something only I can claim.
I call it something just for me
And pretend it's individuality.
Even though you need to call it what it is.
An obsession of the body and the body is his.
A compulsive fixation thats solely based upon
something thats never appeared so I cant call it gone.
This has never gotten away from me
And it hints it never will.
I can face this thing with boldness
Or wilt from a hopeless hill.
I will pretend that I dont see you
I will pretend that I dont feel you.
I will wrap you up as a thing thats unattainable
And move on to the next thing.
But itll always span back to your ghost.
Youre the least rocky and Im the most.
I am going to live as if youre
Not there and Ill make myself sure
I wont look your way when Im walking
And I wont listen in when youre talking
I promise Ill live as if you dont
If you want me to Ill erase the words I wrote.
I promise Ill live as if you dont exist.
So youre person isnt something thats missed.
I swear Ill live as if you dont stand
So I can erase your image and
Clear my mind for a minute.
Burn out this candle thats been lit.
I wouldnt tell you I toss and turn
since its more like a cause and burn.
I wouldnt tell you any of this, really
Not until my mouth moves freely.
I ask for there to be a distraction for this one-way attraction
Something to numb what Ive succumbed to
Instead of dwelling on this sham of a hell.
Really it could be so much better but so much worse
My dignity makes me a little diverse.
At least I can say I made no imprint,
Nothing permanent I might regret
Later on, no everything Ive felt was never said
So its quite instantly forgot.
No one nor nothing can hold it against me
I will never be anxious to excuse my past feelings
With the reason I dont feel them now.
I might still come home and relive every fragment of your arm
But Ill never think of you with stress or alarm
And if you ever ask, you were my emotional flask
But if we never converse, itll never get worse
So if I pretend youre not here
That adoration isnt provable or real
What could be better?
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Re: That Sum 41 Song in Fifth Grade
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by LonelyPoet on
Thursday, 21st September 2006 @ 06:36:09 PM AEST
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