THE MASQUERADE

by Ian Robert   Aug 16, 2008


Yea I know I sound cliche when I put it this way
My heart is washing out and leaking into the decay
Blinded by your smile please just let me stay

This is the kind of pain that stains the sheets
Like when your boyfriend comes home wasted
And asks you if its his cologne that he just tasted

Does it bother you that Im bleeding
You could make it stop but your so scared of succeeding
Here I am ****** up just get me off these knees oh baby Im pleading

With your diary while its all too misleading
I want to know your secrets am I on the pages that your reading
Why wont you give me the love that Im stuck here needing

And I feel like grade seven with my darling razor blade
Cutting little scratches feeling so mature dazed in my masquerade
I want to let you close yet Im still broken from the last time I was betrayed

Ian Robert Potapoff

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