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Intentional Confessions & Mistress Weep

Contributed by franciswolf on Friday, 4th August 2006 @ 02:09:36 AM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics

Christmas time, it rolled around the calendar
The eve came on like I’d never seen it go
Christmas sign, a perfectly visible lie to follow
That explains with what it sees and what it shows

She slips a pill

Dear Joanna I hope you are well in England’s Frost
Because in this town I’m just lost
And for today I need you here

And we’d, we’d argue over time
And how things never work
And how I’m a ***** jerk

And she’d, she’d just deny me up and down
She didn’t want me around
She didn’t want me bound

Christmas time, presents under my fake plastic tree
That I connect with then loose interest in just as fast
Christmas line, the one to the market place’s entrance in windy ice
As we rub the mittens to ease the blast

She takes a nap

Dear Miss O’Neil you’re a childhood dream
I wish I’d known what you planned to scheme
But today I have you here

And lies, lies were all she told me, lies
And lies were all she could follow
And lies were what made her hallow

And fear; fear was all I could see
Fear was all that I could feel
Fear was all that still felt real

She slips a pill
She takes a nap
She commits suicide in my lap

Jingle bells ring and she slips a pill
She takes a nap
She commits suicide in my lap

And those jingle bells ring

Christmas time, it rolled around the calendar
The eve came on like I’d never seen it go
Christmas sign, a perfectly visible lie to follow
That explains with what it sees and what it shows
As she slips a pill
Takes a nap
Commits suicide in my lap

Copyright Â© franciswolf ... [ 2006-08-04 02:09:36]
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Re: Intentional Confessions & Mistress Weep (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Tuesday, 26th September 2006 @ 12:41:46 AM AEST
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Very sad but written incredibly.
huggs,
emy

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