Days On Parade - Prophetic Failure

Two birds, one cage
Made a prophetic mistake
Wrote til my fingers bled
Scratched til the lock turned red

One stone, two faced
You got lost in the moment
With deepened inner strife
Content to take my life

I can't give you what you crave
I think I've lost all faith
Your philosophic cave

Who's the fool? You choose
Money's on the actress
You'll see my final show
Seated in the front row

And you stare I cave
But you're losing your gumption
You preach to my dismay
Critic leaves in disarray

I can't give you what you crave
I think I've lost all faith
Your philosophic cave

I can't help you in these ways
Can't change my skeptic brain
Mechanism of your stage

Written by:
Lyrisa Nixon

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