
Since the talking over of my body.
I have been acting like somebody else.
Someone else's mistress came visiting here yesterday making quite the scene.
Showing me lipstick stains on sheets I've never slept on and ties I've never worn.
Its all the same to me, plain and stale.
Its all the same to me, plain and stale.
Grey with cracked walls from a faulty wallpapering job.
Or just plain laziness or indifference, either way the same thing however you look at it.
Blink as much as you want it will still remain out of focus and out of touch to you.
Your an appalling fool and I had to look that up just for your sake.
Having lost it in the crevice of someone else, I am a ghost unto myself, a Holy Ghost.
Blood flow frontal control.
Dru
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