Jack of All Trades
So we seem to have a comedian on our handsNo wait, sorry a musician
I can see doctor
Maybe even a cop
I mean apparently this is funny to you
The joke you made me out to be
How you just seem to laugh inside
At the tears that I can't control
From the music you seemed to have serenaded
Strumming me along like the chords on your guitar
To have your way and toy with every note
Closing me in like the end of your song
And the way you prepared me for your pre-planned operation
Where my heart used to be
The place where you used to be
And now I walk away fragile and hollow
NOTE: You've arrested every thought I dreamed of you
Then shot up every dream I smiled about you
And you've beaten the hell out of every smile I cherished with you
So my only offense? Was ever caring about you
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