While my knees shake
Knock together when
You knock on the door.
All you can do
I fear you'll do
To me.
All that you have the potential
To achieve
I fear will be deferential
To the will of the crowd
To the face of love
To your own self
So slash your wrists
In ironic betrayal
It's bound to happen anyway,
Sooner
or
later
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