A loss in the CLock Work

[KG]

She was a broken doll
From the shelf I watched her fall
And now, all I have is spit and glue
its all I have to help you

Something different, something special
something everybody else cant captivate
Something skinned, something burned
and now we are talking hate

And now, we love the reason
why
Fight,
and tear down your
pride
Why,
are we all the same in the end
Its the same

Look, into the small pooled mirrors
Gaze, lonesome I catch yours
Hope, that we will overcome our fears
In the end we all are dirt

Something ignorant, something stupid
Something everybody can Idolize
Something complacent, something fake
Something that can purify

And now, we love the reason
why
Fight,
and tear down your
pride
Why,
are we all the same in the end
Its the same

[bloodredtears]

very interesting piece..i loved the first stanza... i'm not exactly sure what point you're driving across here, except that this is in heart scorned so i'm guessing it has something to do with that...a lot of it sounds like railing at the world for treating you with todays society which is full of scorn, and repetition, and expectations..good piece!

[KG]

It does have the look of being about the world we live in. But this is about a girl that can't realize who she is. Instead she imitates what is thrown at her form all the Cozmo magazines and stuff. She is trying to fit an image that has been thrown at her and it is pushing that man in her life farther away.

[Mikepoet]

I get it..pretty cool KG.