סקיצות מחיים דיספונקציונליים

I released you.
Until I saw you again
And I understand
that I cannot release the fantasy
I just can’t.
I have waited all last year
For the pretty one to leave,
The one you asked out in the end
And of course she refused.
Cause she could get a prettier and younger boy
And I was jealous, but I knew
When she leaves I will have you.
Because I will stay.
I was next in line
to become your favorite.
And I am pretty but not as her,
But then again, you are not handsome either…
Would I have become your favorite?
Will I ever know?
Would you mess with another masters’ women?
I hoped you would.
Cause my master was good
But our castle began cracking
My heart began cracking
And I wanted a new master
and hoped that maybe…
because in very sophisticated ways
you always asked about my home life, about me.
but then you found another so soon.
And again I am not the favorite
I didn’t have a chance.
Now my castle is breaking down,
My good master is too busy, too sad to deal with me.
We communicate behind thick walls of pain and tears.
I am more alone then ever. I suffer silently.
I cannot say what will happen tomorrow.
Where I will be.
So I wait for you again
Cause I can’t seem to be able to release you,
You are one very fragile constant you see.
I once thought the future was so bright,
My eyes were closed but now I can see,
That I have nothing to hang on to but me
My pain, my broken dreams my agony,
My dreams of you, my delusions, my fantasy.