Michael Milosh - Capital Italics

Up on my cloud
Fire away
Your shots cannot reach me
At least for today
So pin up your points
Your subtle attack
I ain't gonna see them
When they're pinned to my back

Its all good or so I'm told
In capitol italics
Underlined in bold
Even though it's said with a positive spin
All the children feel when you're not genuine

A winning smile
Just a tool for impact
You'll never convert me
With an approach like that
What I offered you
It didn't ring true
You just tended your fences
While mine I unscrewed
You can't win true love with that salesman's pitch
She see's through your tactics
She won't fall for it

I've got no morals to preach
I just speak what I feel
The crust of your heart is a crust like steel
Your words beg me to question that positive spin
Do we really want to fake it?
Why not be genuine?

Can't you see what you're doing?
Year after year
Can't you face what you're doing?
Building high up to ruin

Written by:
Michael Milosh

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