I’ve realised you’re a hypocrite
And I don’t enjoy that revelation
It doesn’t denote the branches
Of your stances that employ celebration
But you surely hear yourself
When you condemn with detonation
Because what they do is what you do
Without even hesitation
Dreaming, scheming
Screaming about how you’ll get there
Only to feel lost at the destination
I know your bones are heavy
Your havocked brain’s suffering infestation
You aren’t what they made you
You’re not just some useless aggravation
But you are the repercussions of that abuse
Still it’s no excuse to repeat the degradation
And can we just have a chat
Without the usual escalation
How hard is it to side step your quirks
And partake in casual conversation?
Each time I strip another skin
I see how within your operating on discombobulation
Totally frazzled, words that dazzle
But drive and deftness disintegrating
So you can sell yourself and I can buy
But that behaviour’s reprobating
Because I’m finally realising that the goods
Aren’t as pukka as you’ve been stating
To be honest, I’m upset my this
As I found you to be an inspiration
Now it all seems a sales tactic
A trick to garner admiration
It felt good being loved by you
Being lauded by what controls your imagination
Then I reintroduced the real world
My own dreams got a calibration
Seems your vision of yourself
Could benefit from excavation
Because you are not what you say are
And I don’t think it’s miscommunication
It’s because you’re out of tune
Your sensibilities on vacation
Easier in lalaland, I get it
I spent most of my stops at that station
But you gotta uncuff delusion
Because it won’t be nice when the world makes its statement…
by Lyric Deep.
