Strangers
When I was a kid, I envied Professor X
Still as I live, inner suspicions never rest
Fake or true: What am I to make of you?
All that they do for me, all the things they take me through
We may want the same things, but life ain’t bring
Enough for everybody: Lose or invite their blame
You smile is warm, but could be designed to disarm
Best way to check mate; now, I am your pawn
Liars and cons purposefully appear real
I try not to put that shoe on because it has a weird feel
But sometimes compelled to, when foresight says
That I used the truth and my plans fell through
Don’t want to tell you how to live your life
I just live life, never claimed to live it right
But to make mines wrong and his to be right
Throw me in the hole inside a prison of strife
If I don’t know it, I’ll never try to escape
Renting not owning; another designing my fate
Projectors, displacers, strategized anger
Pretend like best friends, but we’re more like strangers
2006-11-18
03:58:44
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