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As we walk along

Trying to sway to the beat of music

These imposters draw their guns

Robbing us of all our fun and

Maybe one day you’ll see the life you led in agony

Days are blending, number crunching

Is it beautiful this travesty?

I lift myself to another cycle

Justified apologies

Its all a trade no artificial break away

exceptions leading to more anxiety

Add a shining hope and the removal of fault of destiny

I’m sure I’m not the same

Im not trying to play this game

And I’m not just selfish, write me off don’t believe me

I don’t have all the answers

Do you?