Living with sincere joy,
While preaching doubts that constant toy.
This style bifurcates as my train chugs on.
Living with sincere joy,
While preaching doubts that constant toy.
This style bifurcates as my train chugs on.
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What good is it to live a lie as someone else,
Endlessly exhausting myself?
What good is it to play empty roles in a world that folds under itself?
Sleepless nights turn into worrisome flights.
Restless thoughts sweeping past the stops.
Solitude is overrated and ignites,
Patience is the name of the game.
Tried and tried is the one who waits,
That often over compensates.
All these young-bloods,
Trying so hard to make friends.
Acting like the ace of clubs,