Richard McGraw - A Poem/confession lyrics

rate me

I hope I didn't punish you in the name of some justice<br />

Those whip and chain instructions should be written for me<br />

I told you of my limits, the lines you kept crossing<br />

But you tried not to care much for those anyway<br />

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And I've been falling back on old ways <br />

Just to make it through my day<br />

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And the self I once esteemed is weaker than these dreams<br />

These fantasies and memories of things you can't share<br />

I told you of my limits, the limits I kept secret<br />

They make me look so poor when I need you so badly <br />

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I never did see you on my last visit.<br />

I dropped off the summons; the laws we have broken<br />

I couldn't take what's tragic. Tragedy is fire<br />

I said I'll take you in parts, well part of me is a liar<br />

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And the strings and the ties I placed in the summons<br />

You saw right through those whip and chain lies<br />

The strings made of leather, the metal in my motives<br />

Now you've seen what I can be in the worst kind of way<br />

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And now that you've seen the worst that I can become<br />

Do you abhor the devil I deal with?<br />

He doesn't hate you. He speaks quite well of you;<br />

He confessed emptiness; I think he still wants you<br />

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And there are parts of you he'd love to take with him to his grave<br />

Does that turn you off?<br />

And there are parts of you he'd love to come to terms with for<br />

Years to come<br />

Does that turn you on?<br />

Does that turn you on his working in vain, all of his working in pain<br />

In his armor of pain?<br />

In which he is rotting in, you see, he can't be subtle anymore<br />

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I never spoke of innocence. I never laughed at your pain<br />

I knew all along what you needed to do.<br />

You took care of business. You marched past my limits.<br />

Now I love your decisions in a militant way.<br />

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I spoke to your father, he never satisfied you<br />

He didn't satisfy me, I saw right through him<br />

I couldn't take what's tragic. Tragedy is fire<br />

I said I'll take you in parts, well part of me is a liar<br />

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And there's parts of you I'd love to take with me to my grave<br />

Does that turn you off?<br />

And there's parts of you I'd love to come to terms with for years to come<br />

Tell me, "Does that turn you on?"<br />

Does that turn you on my working in vain, all my working in pain,<br />

In my armor of pain<br />

For which I am rotting in, see I can't be subtle, anymore<br />

Can I turn you on with this working in vain with my working in pain<br />

In my armor of pain?<br />

For which I am rotting in, see I can't be subtle any more.