By Ali
Date: 12 February 2001
Drop the Act
A demon with angels face
And angel with his wings cut off
Beautiful words rest on your lips
As you try to kiss me
But, one kiss and then it's done
Then, I'll be trapped, once again
And that will never do, my dear
No, don't look at me that way
Or touch me, quite like that
There have been times when I have cared too much, for my own good
And those times are past, now, by your own accord
So, take your regret, and all your sugar-coated lies
Go back from whence you came
Fade back into my past, because that's where you belong
And I guess I can admit that now, because for a long time, I could not
Couldn't bring myself to see you, for what you really are
Even though, I'm still not completly convinced
That you're as bad, as the masses would like me to think
But, you don't belong in my life, not as you are now
So come back, in a month or so, whenever you get your head on straight
When you know what it is you want
'Cause right now, you don't know your heart, from a stone on the ground
Don't come back with empty promises, I've had my fill of those
Come back with something real, something I can hold on to
Drop the mask, drop the act, and leave the lies, at home
If you can't be real, and honest
Then, stay out of my life....
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