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[title] => That Sum 41 Song in Fifth Grade
[time] => 2006-09-21 18:31:27
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[bodytext] => Think of me thinking of you as a private game. As if it's something only I can claim. I call it something just for me And pretend it's individuality. Even though you need to call it what it is. An obsession of the body and the body is his. A compulsive fixation that’s solely based upon something that’s never appeared so I can’t call it gone. This has never gotten away from me And it hints it never will. I can face this thing with boldness Or wilt from a “hopeless hill”. I will pretend that I don’t see you I will pretend that I don’t feel you. I will wrap you up as a thing that’s unattainable And move on to the next thing. But it’ll always span back to your ghost. You’re the least rocky and I’m the most. I am going to live as if you’re Not there and I’ll make myself sure I won’t look your way when I’m walking And I won’t listen in when you’re talking I promise I’ll live as if you don’t If you want me to I’ll erase the words I wrote. I promise I’ll live as if you don’t exist. So you’re person isn’t something that’s missed. I swear I’ll live as if you don’t stand So I can erase your image and Clear my mind for a minute. Burn out this candle that’s been lit. I wouldn’t tell you I toss and turn since it’s more like a cause and burn. I wouldn’t tell you any of this, really Not until my mouth moves freely. I ask for there to be a distraction for this one-way attraction Something to numb what I’ve succumbed to Instead of dwelling on this sham of a hell. Really it could be so much better but so much worse My dignity makes me a little diverse. At least I can say I made no imprint, Nothing permanent I might regret Later on, no everything I’ve felt was never said So it’s quite instantly forgot. No one nor nothing can hold it against me I will never be anxious to excuse my past feelings With the reason I don’t feel them now. I might still come home and relive every fragment of your arm But I’ll never think of you with stress or alarm And if you ever ask, you were my emotional flask But if we never converse, it’ll never get worse So if I pretend you’re not here That adoration isn’t provable or real What could be better? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 226 [topic] => 76 [informant] => sally-heart-jack [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => obsession )
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