Dancer from Fever Violets by Mya

I’m not looking for an answer in the
Dark that is my cancer, I won’t
Be your little dancer in a box

If you call, I’ll never answer ‘cause in
Truth, you are my cancer, you won’t
Be my little dancer among the rocks

And if you need a simplification
Of what you did to me, or if you
Want to see the devastation
Because of what you hid from me

Then ask your fucking crazy universe
And see what you can find
But I’m out of your universe
And I refuse to hide

I’m not looking for a question in the
Wake of your reflection on how
I’m just a distraction to you

And I’m tired of asking questions, ‘cause in
Truth, my own reflection is finally
Not a distraction to me

And if you need some rectification
Of what you said to me, or if you want to
See the dedication
I wasted on the lies you fed to me

Then ask your fucking insane universe
And get told that you’re not blind
And I’m out of your universe
Enjoy all of your lies

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