Broke

You know you're the jester,
you jest, you joke.
When people talk to you,
it feels like you want to choke.

You can't be fixed,
you're broke.


It feels like if they touch you
you might crumble.
It feels like if you touch them
you'll see them tumble.

It feels like to me
like a long time coming.
Feels like the drummer boy
that couldn't stop drumming.

Like all that was lost
was the reason I died.
Like I wasted my time
every time I tried.

It Goes On and On

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You keep thinking it will get better
but it doesn't.
You keep thinking it was better then
but it wasn't.

You keep thinking she'll change
but she won't.
You keep thinking you can change it
but you don't.

It goes on and on.

She keeps dying
and you feel it deeply.
It's like she's barely alive
but somehow keeps breathing.

It's like you want her alive
but she paces the floor.
You can't stand the foot-steps
at any time or anymore.

She keeps waiting
and you know it burns.
Like the lesson keeps repeating
but she never learns.

You've known her so long
you can see her next move.
Like her brain repeats
and she's stuck in a groove.

And still you think
maybe she'll see
what she does to herself
and what she does to me.

Instead you just watch it
going on and on.
And know it won't end
until she's gone.