Mr. Exterior

Life starts again somewhere near the end
the pain of the pleasure is lost
All that pretends to be your soul’s friend
slinks away with the freedoms you’ve crossed
Mistakes don’t give in, they’re as guilty as sin
They come up as your feelings come down
And yes sir, I know, that a woman is bold
When her options say shrink, be controlled
No thank you sir, yes sir, I’m sure
I don’t need your cracked boost in this world
And please keep this clear, Mr. Exterior,
Your mistake was made long, long ago.

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