the FUCK YOU...in me - Redux....
you bring out the FUCK YOU in me
you bring out things i've rarely seen
you cause me to want to rant and then to rave
like some crazy person in the middle of a meth'd up fuckin rage
7 kinds of real nasty in this world
all packaged up behind the face of a cute lookin girl
but who do you see when you are lookin at that face
do you find you and who you knew are gone without a trace
locked up in the lies you choose to create and create
as one more victim falls away, in your wake
yes, you bring out the FUCK YOU in me
it actually makes me proud of me to scream
finally catching you for what and who you really are
instead of all in love and 'oh no, surely, that wouldn't be her'
knowing that this all will come around
to you....me.....all of us who decide
even choose, to sink, to behave, so-low-down
to take a heart...yours..mine..there's... in it's purest form
carve it out, slap it down, break off your piece
and then just walk on round
so you bring out the FUCK YOU in me
and this will be the last time you will ever hear or see
a thought of you spread across my page
as i reach in and grab a hold of this rage
rip it and it's roots from my heart
along with any love, any want, any desire on my part
to ever witness your essence again
as it seems it was all just a fucking lie
and i was the idiot
who played with you, and lost, your game
(c)2008 Martine Locke/Passionfruit Produce - No reprint without permission
you bring out things i've rarely seen
you cause me to want to rant and then to rave
like some crazy person in the middle of a meth'd up fuckin rage
7 kinds of real nasty in this world
all packaged up behind the face of a cute lookin girl
but who do you see when you are lookin at that face
do you find you and who you knew are gone without a trace
locked up in the lies you choose to create and create
as one more victim falls away, in your wake
yes, you bring out the FUCK YOU in me
it actually makes me proud of me to scream
finally catching you for what and who you really are
instead of all in love and 'oh no, surely, that wouldn't be her'
knowing that this all will come around
to you....me.....all of us who decide
even choose, to sink, to behave, so-low-down
to take a heart...yours..mine..there's... in it's purest form
carve it out, slap it down, break off your piece
and then just walk on round
so you bring out the FUCK YOU in me
and this will be the last time you will ever hear or see
a thought of you spread across my page
as i reach in and grab a hold of this rage
rip it and it's roots from my heart
along with any love, any want, any desire on my part
to ever witness your essence again
as it seems it was all just a fucking lie
and i was the idiot
who played with you, and lost, your game
(c)2008 Martine Locke/Passionfruit Produce - No reprint without permission
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