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Ripped
written by: Tim Gallagher
10-10-2000
Paper:
Simple
Drastic
Bare
Elegant
Strict
Elastic
Words written on it like blood from a pen
And my hands are here bleeding their actions
Into my book my life's pages like paper
But people only want what they want
And so for them I take my hands and
Carefully and drastically tear in two
My paper life, my paper soul, my pages
I keep what I should, I keep from you
What it is you don't want to know
The words you asked to not hear
About my love for you my dear
The truth ripped in two
Keeping part from you
You asked me to
Both parts equally true
Both equally me
Only part for you to see
What you want me to be
Is it not clear that I'm torn?
Tearing in two is the easy part
It's the long-term side-effects
You know, the ones on my heart
That I'm so worried about
And so I tear and tear
Up in both of my eyes
Hoping soon you'll realize
This isn't an existence
This meager subsistence
Paper:
Stretched
Torn
Broken
Ripped
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