Xpression.v2

Crown for a Queen (11/26/2005)

If this life could have a script, would you like to be the writer?
Setting all the roles for all the pacifists and liars
Give them something to aspire for before it’s all taken
While the evidence states that everybody was mistaken
Then put him in a corner, crying, shaken and nervous
Away for a bit while he contemplates his purpose
Cause the sands of this circus, the one you have us living
Only tick slowly by so we can talk about the sinning
And so it seems only fitting that I should sit and write this rhyme
To present you with the moment to shine inside the light
Filling up your inner pride so you can dwell inside the honor
This crown is for the queen of the self created drama
No one could ever stop her as she quickly writes these pages
Lines to memorize as we get put back in our places
Dancing on these stages inside exaggerations
And now everybody’s evil or is labeled as a traitor
Cause, in her dreams, we hate her and are filled with fucking spite
And there’s nothing that we do that will ever be done right
Cause she’s looking for a fight and the drama to excite her
In a world where’s there’s calm and nothing to ignite her
The rumors right beside her are the only things that guide her
She prays for the day she becomes a day time writer
Writing scripts and the scenes that she tries to make us be
Giving notes to the cast for the time that we should bleed
So she can sit there and scream and feel like she has a purpose
Instead of sitting still and always feeling worthless
Is it fun to fucking hurt us and bore us with your casting?
It’s the same everyday and I can’t tolerate this lasting

Notes: Everyone knows at least one person who dies to find drama in the most meaningless situations. This is a rhyme that discusses such people, a bit. On a side note: Why do I always seem to get things out in 28 lines?

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