Oh me oh my Get out of your 1950's fantasy, Your face shines with misery Transparently Spew out that sobering Half-assed victim rhetoric Make 'em all squirm While they chew on it It's a secret handshake And a passing wink of the eye As the witches bridge club weekly Meets to pen the tail on the sly But they never ask "why oh why don't we raise our voices to the sky?" Instead you're mute And fawn just waiting to die Like some kind of hopeless housewife But you can change while you're alive And let 'em all know At least you tried to kill the demons inside Oh me oh my Damn your transcendental paralysis, We can work together And make sense of this Don't be so sure
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