Dash

We talk a lotta shit, take a lotta hits.
Frankly, I think we're losing our wits.
Lost love this, and love lost that,
but who really knows, where it's all at?
Days and nights of lonely speculation,
internal degradation, social deprivation.
I rhyme strictly from a pile of emotions segregated,
from all the men I've hated, and all the time I've waited.
Do you even know the ways you've kept me awake?
Of course you don't, I'm so fucking fake.
Every time honesty rears it's head back at me,
I swerve masterfully, avoid it tactfully.
Lie, lie, lie, it's all we do,
I pretend it's all fine with you,
but you're lying too.
You're blind, you can't see right through,
and everything I do, I do it for...
I do it for the internal struggle,
the painful cries I muffle,
the love lost in the shuffle.
I'll pretend none of this was ever real,
we'll make a deal, me and fate, it ain't sealed.
Real can be fake, and fake can be real.
I'll pretend we never lost what we "never" had,
I won't be so mad, this can't all be bad..right?
Other choice is to just take flight,
phsyiological processes propel me into the night,
just so I might;
keep some semblance of hope, catch the end of my rope.
Will you ever know the truth? Nope.
The next guy can't have me when I'm missing pieces,
I just hope that I'll release this,
rise up like a phoenix.
Out of the ash, grab the extra pieces from my stash,
and dash.
Catch up; nice guys don't always finish last..