Rewind

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The mind

likes to play

this dirty trick

to make me stay

even though I know

it’s lame, and it’s a shame

I repeat these games, but I

need to escape. Do you have

a backspace, a rewind so I can

replay my mistakes, and act like

everything is OK, even though you

and I know nothing will be the same.

I reword my dialogue, I redress the set. I

scramble your response, and pretend it’s meant

to make me feel like I’m the best at what I do and what

I need, but heaven knows I have so much misery. Retract

what I said, I wish I was meaner. I wish I said you are a

disruptor. You have no respect, and you deserve to

suffer. I don’t use my hard times as bait so I

feel I can disrespect those who give me the

time and space I know I need. Like I said,

is it worth it, the enemy you made out

of me? When last Christmas you

pretended I never existed and

I called you out to see if you

are OK, but I got nothing.

It’s then I knew I finally

snapped just like you

needed me to, so

you choked me

at the jugular

and saw me

burn one

last time.