Don't cast your pearls to the swine
Don't sell your soul for a scrap of bread
His love is a paradyme
His words are fat
But his soul unfed.
You see yourself through a broken mirror
You see yourself in a foggy haze
Look to the left and the coast is clear
But you're looking at death
When you look in his face.
I see you through the eyes of a child
I see you through the eyes of God
Slow disintegration of your smile
And your heart that screams
From the chopping block.
Your only love and your only pain
Your only love pulls you out of your head
You drink the sorrow in the name of change
Instead of loving yourself instead.
Bordeaux Day 5 – I got stung by a bee
12 years ago
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