Sunday, October 27, 2019

Fool's Paradise

You can lead a horse to water
But you can’t make him drink
You can call me a big happy talker
But you have no idea how I think

You said it’s darkest before dawn
But that phrase will soon expire
All I see are clouds on the horizon
It’s out of the frying pan, into the fire

Now it’s that one special day
Where happiness is being spread
But for me, there’s nothing but grey
An endless spiral of dread

You say you want to see me heal
But you only talk about how you feel
You say you want to witness my clearance
But you only care about my appearance

You tell me I’m not doing well
You trap me in this empty cell
You cause sharp pains in my chest
Because I’m genuinely trying my best

But perfect as we all are
We are hiding behind this song
Perfect with not a single scar
Proves that I do not truly belong

These gifts I receive are not mine
I know they’re all saved for the queen
It’s always been your time to shine
On this perfectly set up scene

So stop counting down the days
Stop giving me all this praise
Because I wish not to be reminded
Of how badly you have been blinded

Now keep singing your little song
The same one I heard last year
Keep encouraging to sing along
As I make my wish to disappear

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