Under The Influence
This passive aggression towards mesuch pointless hate in your eyes
bending over backwards,
won't please anyone anymore
Still the same old me
slipping back to the front
your reign is thankfully over
can never silence the truth
Hide in your learned ways,
common sense been gone for days
make that weeks, flowing into years
wipe those eyes filled with pathetic tears
Some day soon, in the near future
Won't have anyone on your side
lawyer smiles with a vultures pace
hoping for loopholes, to plunder mistakes
And if it all crumbles away.
at least they can't take yesterdays
safely locked behind these eyes,
waiting for recognition,
under the influence of vodka kissed nights
mathiasthom
written 5/31/09
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