Ruby - Astari Boedikoentjara
How do we get to be this estranged?
We’re all the same
treating each other differently
instead of trying to understand
without too much judgment
Fiction sells better these days
It keeps you guessing anyway
It depends on how well we craft
and if you happen to be pretty daft
For us, it's entertainment
The grip of reality
slowly taking over me
away from my real hobbies
all in the name of making more money
I know I’m busy
Ask me not
about the bastard
who’d made this heart
nothing but a toy
my emotions, his sickest joy
Come...
Come back...
Come back to us...
Come back to use, please...
Every line’s a trigger
Perhaps you’re one of the little kids
dreaming of becoming superheroes
saving the world
wherever they go
Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
Someday,
all will be discovered
He’ll be caught
persecuted, like he’s always deserved
Who died and made you god?
You make me crack up
Such an attention-seeker,
still desperate to be heard
asking for worshippers
The secondhand poem
you once wrote for me
now used to woo another lady
Boy, you’re so lazy!
If she knew the backstory,
she’d be displeased
They said I should’ve stayed longer
Perhaps it’s true
You’ve made me feel better
I owe it all to you
It’s the place where I could be
You keep forcing that old, rotten joke
about how we keep quiet
yet demand that we be understood
Ha...ha...ha...!
What a dork
No more magic?
Why vacant as it is?
Who took all of it?
Nothing to pick.
Dementors have resided,