Poster Boy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Song Lyrics  |  House: Booksie Classic

Myeah. I felt tired. I like the leggings on the image, I guess. I think. I haven't really looked at the image. Let me check...
Sorry I haven't uploaded anything in a while; I doubt that anyone is very disappointed.
i.e.
Oh Noes! >gasp< Mexi hasn't posted anything in ages!
*Silence, crickets chirping*
Everyone; Who's Mexi, and why is that a bad thing?

Your story was projected onto the wall,
I watched your rise, and I watched your fall
Your wiry warriors folded and gripped,
But by then your wings were clipped,
 
You can take him out of his promised land,
But you can’t take the promises out of the man,
I guess you could call me your private fanatic,
Your buttons and photos are still in my attic,
 
You were a saint for your confidence,
You were a martyr for your pride,
You used to judge me on my innocence,
Maybe that’s why all my visions died,
Because you stepped on my heart,
 
Your shadow was projected onto the wall,
I felt your history, felt it all
My pillow is wet from twilights of regret,
‘Cause you were too weak to keep my secret
 
My hands are always warmer than yours,
And when I ran away on all fours,
They were branded on the snow,
So you knew where I would go,
You were a poster boy for diligence,
You were my visual guide,
You used to laugh at my irrelelevance,
Maybe that’s why all my visions died,
You stepped on my heart
 
Your shoesize, your laughter, your ashtray, your hair,
Every breath that you exhaled warned me to beware,
Since you ripped apart my heart your footprint lingers there,
I might look wounded but it’s nice to know it’s there.
 
You were a saint for your confidence,
You were a martyr for your pride,
You used to judge me for my innocence,
Maybe that’s why all my visions died,
You stepped on my heart
 
You were a saint for your confidence,
You were a martyr for your pride,
You used to judge me for my innocence,
Maybe that’s the reason why,
Every letter, every lie,
Thanks for teaching me to fly,
All my visions simply died because
You stepped on my heart.


Submitted: March 22, 2010

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