I've got the devil on my shoulder and an angel at my feet.
Don't need that look; don't need that bible fairytale of what I've done, who I've become.
Oh I'm well aware but I'm so far in it
So sad that I'm the hint of life in your deserving eye
When every minute you spend hoping for love and respect brings me closer to goodbye.
The time will come you find out who I really am,
And we'll pretend that we'll be friends
Oh, when I do lie, you'd only last a little while.
The evidence keeps on building, and I'm sinking in defense
Will a measurement of intentions come, a guilty conscience
So let the air tip the scales
Let's go; one honest judge decide
And you will find the facts weigh down to favor you in time
What to do, oh, what to do now
Do I say it out loud--
What to do, oh, what to do now
--that I'm bound to back out?
What to do, oh, what to do now
Told me you wouldn't stay... It's easy that way.
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I know you're probably going to see this sometime because you have been trying to find this blog ever since I told you I have one. I thought for a moment that you had succeeded. The parallels here are just too weird, and I can't explain that because it reveals too much that would ruin what I've kept hidden even on this blog. So anyway. Fuck it. I'm probably going to give you the link eventually. The trade-off is I probably won't talk about you here. And maybe I don't need to because I don't know whose eyes are prying.
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