In the world of make believe

Please, come in, you’re welcome, friend

Cup of tea? Take a seat. Hey,

how’ve you been? Have some cake

I’ll tell a joke, pretend you’re fine

—

At this stage of little sense

we sip our drinks, talking crap

Oh, did you cheat again, hèhè

let’s skip my dreadful tale at once

—

In the drawing room you watched

me smiling, blinking, so amazed

fancy treating, just for you

I’ll later bring it on, the bill

—

On the couche of chased-down dreams

kiss-kiss my lips boy, gentle, please…

Tea-time is up, now life will start

and all the pretty days are gone

—

In the land of fantasy

I swing around my magic tools

obeying him, I can’t resist

accepting lies, f-f*ck me quick

—

Down in hell near fairyland

my devil’s licensed to grow hate

and feed you twisted nightmares while

crums of cake still spur on your tongue

—

Oh damn good curse, sweet juvenile

ding-ding touching, Somethings’s up?

Yes, are you blind, am I too shy

to play the girl’s ‘n bf’s game?

—

In my world of childhood games

your joking was all pleasant though

I missed the sense and you seemed just fine

did you notice I was not?

—

In the world of make believe

I trusted you with fake-like truth

But you know what?! I kicked you out

’cause you ain’t got shit to pay my bill

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Poem by ChristinaBay

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