Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Complicated

I’m brand new, I think
Or maybe brand old
It doesn’t really matter
Because either has me
Taking an always longer leap
Before I boil over
Because I’m arrogant as always

Disgusting, I’m in a complicated relationship
With, and only with myself
I’m the center of the world
That creates a dizzy vision and escape
Always
Always
Always
Behind the setting sun

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