either/or

Your movements are false alarms
Projecting hopeless hidden charms
While I stand out in the rain
Making puddles in my palms

Now her favourites are in the wall
And her conscience is on the floor
They'll shut their blinking mouths
If she can get one more

Wolves

Your stairs make chalkboard cliffs
No sound escapes her lips
The King can howl for years
But she has grown too stiff

These green stripes make me sick
Colour blinded hypocrite
You guessed my best efforts
Could never make it stick

Wolves

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Its a work in progress, i ripped it from a much longer monologue i have but compressed into into song form. the only bit I am DEFIANETLY (cant spell it) going to change is the Wolves bit. its the chorus and its one words sung so i just need something to replace it. oh and the verses link but its very subtle. Some of it is Shakespearian metaphors for love. oh yeah and it changes narrator i know it has to, its kinda my style.

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Painstaking devotion and love
Surrendered to self preservation
From others who care for themselves
A blindness that touches perfection
But hurts just like anything else

Isolation, isolation, isolation