Wicked

Torture

First, you take me to the stars
Then you cut my joy and give me scars
You mould me, your idol, in brass
Then you hew down my glory, helpless, like the grass

You scream how hard you try
Fight the weight so you can fly
But you just make me cry
Bite hard, and then suck me dry

You provide the covering
But you leave me hovering
You shine your glory
Then you cut short the story

You claim to save me
Then you let go and break me
You come back and flatter me
When it's getting sweeter, you break loose and scatter me

Enticing me with a smile
You unwind me gently like time
Smoothening my edges like a file
Suddenly, I'm bankrupt, my passions to you become worthless like a dime

How crazy you twist me
Very close to the waters but refuse to mist me
When I think you're about to fix me
To turn around sharply and kill me

You're not my saving grace
I can see clearly you're a bitter fate
But I still desire your taste
Foolishly holding on, though the hour is late, I'm patiently waiting at the gate

I'm betrayed by my stupidity
This my fantasy picture of a harmonious humidity
Locked in my bittersweet lucidity
Preserving my potency like a special commodity

I think it's time I woke up 'cause if I wait for you, I'll never experience the rapture
You'll never take the burden of healing my rupture
You'll never be part of my culture
You're good-for-nothing when it comes to love, you're just a pain, an unrepentant...
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TORTURE.