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• Artiste: Rosematter
• Titre: The Diner Scene
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My feet hit the pavement. I listen with every inch of my body. But maybe its the clock that laughs at me. Time is a virtue, and I'm a virtuoso. So, remove all the stitches from your self-addiction. Its too bad, your too late, take me home. Tick-Tock belongs to these gods; give me clearance. We're merely getting by on fortune, (Sleeping keeps the fortunate alive.) I walk for miles. Distance seems comforting, but I'm walking in place, Bolted to a life that is nothing more to me than pretending, Surrounded by a group of actors who call themselves your friends. Every night, they put on a show; Their personalities are just an act. Cut and paste beliefs and feelings to look good in the spotlight, But i leave before intermission. I walk for miles. Distance seems comforting, but I'm walking in place, Bolted to a life that is nothing more to me than pretending, I try to find myself, to put back together these pieces, Only to realize there were never any pieces to begin with. I stand in the middle of a group of people and blankly agree with the entire conversation. On the inside i am screaming, "Who are these people, and why are they pretending to be my friends?" Sometimes, it hurts so bad that I clench my stomach and brace myself. Oh yeah, by the way, everything you ever thought, everyone you ever thought you knew, It was a lie; we're all alone. There is nothing left to do but turn the page, Stare at the blank sheet in all its glory, and begin all over again for real this time.