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You bang your head when you hit the wall

and then you take a nasty fall

behind the medicine in the cabinet lies a miracle

You twist a cap and there you have

your miracle stuff but it's no salve

lies about your perkiness are really unbelievable

so don't forget to be sure and hide

the white miracle that is deep inside

the quaint little box you keep on your shelf

cause it keeps you bouncing

and you never suspect that something

or someone may want it maybe somebody else

so squint eyed and suspicious

you hide your powder so delicious

deep inside a vault, but without things are a blur

so you open it up and take your finger

wet it and bury it so the grains will linger

until you lick them off, thank god for sugar

What do you see tell me

when you look into this porcelain mask?

Is it a clown or a knight middle of the fight?

Am i a danger to you? you ask.

What you view and what you see

Is but the laughing side of me

yes i know to entertain is what they think i'm for

But if you inquire not imply

and you sit back and question why,

In time I will reveal so much more.

Assasin and bodyguard laughter and light

Still dancing and spinning but thats how i fight

Whymsical until the end

in measures of time

or in silly song and rhyme

i'm known as the court's best friend.

I Feed on your emotions,

Sweet sweet puppet on my strings

I hold your health and heart in hand

and I treasure them above all things,

not that I care what you feel,

remember that you are just a puppet,

I am to tell you what is real,

So dance my little puppet,

but do not dare suggest that i

could ever love such a mindless thing

or care about those tears you cry,

I am all that you can think of

and i am the only thing that makes you care

I am alpha and omega to you

your food water and air

I am one without fear

So believe me when i say

I will always be in control of you

Sorry dear puppet there is no other way

so call me all those things you think,

call me love's rogue or it's divine disaster

Call me all of what I am

so simply call me the puppet master.

Lately i sit and i think

of all the things i did

I remember the better things

back when i was just a kid.

And now summer has come to pass

and flowers have begun to bloom

The sweet and sombre membrance

of a love lost, start to fill the room

I can't speak i can only weep

of the things that I wish we'd said

And still the words from those things

They reverberate inside my head

I start to wonder why these things

Never came when it was their time

Why was i forced to say goodbye,

Or why were you forced to lie?

why were things the way they were

In distance we grew apart

But in the depths of my cold soul

your still the very beat of my heart.

Lately i sit and i think

of all the things i did

I remember the better things

back when i was just a kid.

And now summer has come to pass

and flowers have begun to bloom

The sweet and sombre membrance

of a love lost, start to fill the room

I can't speak i can only weep

of the things that I wish we'd said

And still the words from those things

They reverberate inside my head

I start to wonder why these things

Never came when it was their time

Why was i forced to say goodbye,

Or why were you forced to lie?

why were things the way they were

In distance we grew apart

But in the depths of my cold soul

your still the very beat of my heart.

Sightless eyes lie in my head,

I lost the words that i once said,

I can barely move under such a load,

tortured as i travel this lonely road.

Blackened lungs tremble in my chest,

I lose myself due to all the stress.

I fall to my knees and begin to cry

so up i look to a poisoned sky.

As it rains

I am held with chains

in torture grand,

by all ways of the hand,

Torn feet lie on the ground,

I have no voice to make a sound.

here i am silent unspoken

forever remaining bound and broken.

Who are we if not but pieces,

to the game that is called existence.

We roam in search of something,

in our ignorance, exultance, experience?

Who are we to question?

who are we to ever ask?

who are we to give time to things,

to put them in the future, present, or past?

We are not ready for anything,

but what is anything if not everything unknown?

Who are we is but a question,

but because we are a we, we are not alone.

Who are we to the world,

and who are we to me?

ANd in the midst of all this madness

we still ask who are we?



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