She thrives on dysfunction it’s in her blood
She was nourished on it it affirms her
The chaos she creates insulates
A toxic brew in which to stew
A flavor all its own a bitter blend
An acquired taste like pain or pleasure
Like finding a comfortable position on a bed of nails
Or affirmation in the arms of a stranger
Such thirst is only quenched with tears
The familiarity and the unhappiness
Become a kind of refuge become the family way
It’s a legacy she did not refuse
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another great song!
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Thanks. I maintain that my stuff is sometimes lyrical in nature, though not necessarily a happy tune.
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Oh boy. I believe I know of whom you speak.Though it could represent many.
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I admit this one has a pretty specific source of “inspiration.” Thanks for commenting.
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so very dark. dysfunction thrives on dysfunction?
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Dysfunction is self perpetuating, lIke a virus, contractible via close contact. Thanks for commenting.
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