Saturday, April 2, 2011

Another's Voice For A Silent Pain

"You see the constellations,
But you don't see the stars,
And I'm no limbo dancer,
Who would ever lower the bar.

You could write me poems
That would me blush,
You could sneak in from the shadows,
Or be sent down from above.

You could be rich, perfect and fabulous.

You could give me horses,
You could make me laugh,
You might think you can get me,
Everything I ask.

You know that it could never last.

You could be the coolest boy on earth.

But you don't know my boyfriend,
He and I are one,
Like black shadows of two people standing in the sun,
You don't know my boyfriend,
We're two of a kind,
Like astronauts from some planet,
Who got left behind.

And you could be the coolest boy in the universe."

I still dream of what I left behind.

And this song used to mean some other thing entirely,
But now I realized that I was the hypothesis.

I was the "coolest boy on earth" this whole time, wasn't I?


Get the fuck out off my soul.

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