Call Back

I’m trying to understand what it is that we’ve somehow become trapped in, a three way love affair where I could never win because I’m just the side chick just like a faithful disciple listening to a voice that’s concocted in my own head, telling me that there’s hope. Holding on to an image not realizing that the reality has become a fantasy that I try to pass off as real. Because I’m still sitting here hoping for a change, hoping that I could be your number one, instead of a replacement that gets substituted every full moon, no one quite sticks but it seems to always be the same rotation just a different object every month. I can’t be just another entry in your book of too many options and everyone’s just a proxy nothing you really need. And that bothers me because I can’t just be a stand-in for you I have to be the archetype or nothing at all, but you wanna treat me the way Bush treated the no kid left behind policy when he fed us with his weapons of mass deception telling us something without providing tangible evidence. Didn’t the American people see that all his reasons was based on mark-ups of a theory, telling me that they have nuclear armaments. I say fuck the system and their lies, so what if I choose not to respect the american policy or the fact that I’ve divulged myself in your analytical lies. I say it’s time that I QUIT, to wake up from where u lied.