For the first post…
“The Taste of a Political Demolition…” by ~spovz on www.deviantart.com
He’s pushin’ you like a politician
Little by little he’s got you wishin’
That there is no such thing as intuition
And that sneaking suspicion
Is just superstition
Manifested in your behavior
He’s ready for you to waver
“Save her!”
They scream as your thrown off the deck
I guess you could say his heart was a wreck
But that didn’t give him the right
To dampen your only light
To win this fight
There must be no battle
Leave empty the saddle
And lay down the sword
You’re cut from the cord
Be forewarned
You’ll be adorned
You need to be passive aggressive
For him to stop being obsessive
He’ll fade away like the end of a song
You can’t go wrong
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