Your Spare Tire

by Pianist   Mar 18, 2005


An extra soul for life.
A household for your strife.
Used and thrown away,
then left in disarray.

To your call I heed.
Waiting for your need.
Nothing good can come
from something dead and numb.

Finally my turn,
to fight for your concern.
I give myself up freely
To form your ideal harmony.

Lost for your one cause,
I put my life on pause.
You use me as your specimen,
and cast me down to hell again.

This I do permit.
for me to feel like shit.
For my one true desire,
I'm just your spare tire.

Nobody©

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    by silentscream

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    by cant sleep

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