Poetically Driven

Roses = Psychotic

I ate roses,

And tasted thorns,

Controlling me,

Is like taking a bull by the horns,

Power isn't my enemy,

It's yours,

Drag me by my hair,

Drag me on the cold hard floors,

Treat me like crap,

Discipline me,

Ignore it,

But your the one who didn't listen to me,

Say I caused it,

Caused it all,

But it was you,

You made yourself fall,

I ate roses,

And I tasted thorns,

Breaking my spirit,

Is like taking a bull by the horns,

Blood red roses,

Psychotic,

Wavery images,

Chaotic,

Torment my soul,

Treat me like your game,

By the end of the night,

I'll be screaming in pain,

I'm mentally challenged,

Pushed over the edge,

Staying sane is like a climbing a great big wall,

But there's that wedge,

That wedge that makes you cry,

That wedge that scrapes your knee,

Every hour at the top of my lungs,

I shout at you "let me go, let me be free",

I taste the pricks,

Time goes,

Time ticks,

I'm slipping away,

What you do to me,

Chaotic,

I ate roses and tasted thorns,

Roses equals psychotic..

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This is a mashup of the original yup...