The Third Act
BlueCrew
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I've sought through my Experience with a tintly shade of Instances Existing in the eyes of someone Who did not exist with them A character portrayed for those Who sit in their own ignorance Ignoring all the noise or other Forms of vocal dissonance The difference is Between the actor and the audience Performer and the fourth Walls that separate our stories Into Infinitely many tales While Tall in their untellings is Articulate in spelling This idea on which I'm dwelling Kept behind the closing curtain Avoid of idle eyes Aside from this he tries to keep His spirits like he's miming I'm in pain and crying Trying to believe he lying Simon say to keep'em silent Listen close, you hear the Violence Sinner seek to speak to sneakers Sitting on telephone lines But I ain't got the time to talk to Tweekers Who ticking off lies Like I'm dissociated Can barely keep my eyes off Pavements Walking day to day to determine The day that I created this space I mean I got it written all on my Face But facing facts it ain't your logic So with this can you relate I dissipate Into the crowd, I once pleased But now it seems my only Thoughts consists of Are you proud of me What I've become or that one Thing that one day I might be Cause if not I think I'll pack my Bags and fade like autumn leaves I've tried to scream But being heard is not the issue See whenever I'm euphoric I Want to hear the words I miss You Cause it ain't often that my Subcondition's rise to superficial It's significant but signed away Like penny's are to nickels Yeah, we could say that every Penny counts But you think that we could pay Our bills with such small Amounts That's why we slave away On daily Waging war because we're angry At the top but cannot see that it's The bottom we've been chafing, N' yeah, I guess that you could say that I'm butt hurt But but First, let's evaluate the base of Your structure You struck her In more ways than you could Possibly understand, You loved her with a belt instead Of helping her to stand Hands around her throat when She wanted hers around your Waistband But asking's such a waste Man I wish I had a Peter Pan, Handled me like I was "mini me" Cooking up all my problems Nowadays like yesterday's Spaghetti But Betty Crocker ain't got Knockers So you knock her to her knees But kneeling ain't my strong suit I guess there you could say I'm Weak But I ain't talking to your feet Cause that's disgusting I hope that maybe one day we Can open up and discuss things This cussing won't revive What you're insisting I'm listening But listing all the things you've Been constantly missing You don't miss me And quite frankly neither do I But maybe with this confession I can finally conclude The 3rd Act
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