And maybe she thinks me a creep now.
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And it was me, I did it,
No one made me,
No one helped me,
I did it alone because I wanted to create something beautiful,
And I didn’t want to share it with anybody.
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And it starts,
Every single person looks the same;
And the pieces fall apart at the seams,
Bodies try and fail to come together;
And the cylinder mirror jumps left to right to left,
The reflection I see is as distorted as the reality;
And bevy after beautiful bevy swan past,
Amplified arrogance barges in pursuit;
And I never stood a chance, did I?
And the days of politely asking a lady to ballroom dance die and die again,
Its replacement a shadow dance filled with false smiles and dawns;
And now I close my eyes one more time,
Lost;
And I stand alone amidst a million strangers,
Abandoned;
And I don’t want to wake up just to piece everything back together again,
And I just don’t want to wake up;
You could stand there forever, holding the same person.
You could stand there forever, holding the same person.
You could stand there forever, holding the same person.
You could stand there forever, holding the same person.
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The world has no need for another glory hunting ‘intellectual’ who claims to have our species’ best interests at heart and who claims, in print, to have the solutions to all our problems.
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