Fill up your glass

by Josh   Feb 4, 2008


You call it protection, well I call it control
It is your weakness, relinquish your hold!

You are saving only yourself, giving into your fear
And in the process...hurting those you love dear

I want nothing more than to tell you these words
That what you are doing is more than absurd

You throw others down...while yourself you embellish
You put on a show only to make people jealous

I don't know of what, or why you're scared
And it's funny to think...I almost cared

Tell us what happens behind the closed door?
How many times will you talk her to the floor?

I don't know what you get out of being so harsh.
Here take a drink...I'm sure your throat is parched.

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