Used to you

Sometimes I wonder if the reason I cant be apart from you is because I'm just too used to you.

What now?
What am I trying to do now?
Can you resolve this?

It's so typical of you to pretend everything will be fine.
You brush your way through and I cave.

Everything is left exactly where they are,
nothing ever changes.

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If you were a pillar, and I had you as my support,

You'd crumble, and I'd fall.

Asylum

It was as if no one would hear me,
not even myself.
It was as if no one could hurt me,
not even myself.

It was an exhibition.
A display full of rage,
I couldn't explain.

And if I had no words,
I'd draw you a picture of a girl,
enclosed in a huge plastic transparent cylinder,
with needles through her.

And while you observed her with eyes wide open,
she becomes oblivious of you,
while she rolls on by.