From the velvet undertones of her voice I can tell she isn't interested
The flow gets interrupted by varying entanglements found in both our lives
I'm a monster's been disguised as an angel beneath the spotlight sometimes
But, more often than not, darkness invades and swallows me whole
And it all seems to come out of my inability; I'm more than able to be seen
I'm just not allowed to be heard and that's all I want
My imagination runs wild, though, as I do with this impatient streak
Pains shut me up, keep everything bottled up inside, but inherently make me free
Still, though, I wish things were purple; either that, or an indigo black
Things would be more apparent then, but I'd probably still persist
It's no use with this cursed hope I have; honesty's not as good as they say
She's just a girl's what they tell me, so I've resolved not to be upset
You've heard enough, though; I really oughtn't say another word
Belittling factors come into play; I meant it, but I didn't
Harsh realities stream from my lips, but they never arrive at the point
I'm sorry for what I am; depreciation, audacity, and all...
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