No fixing it, no solving it, Unchangeable
More of less the same and no more blame
Living it in repeat with no shame
Away from all drops of fame
I don’t play that destructive game, anymore,
No one adoring and no one to adore
Live is a cycle of dread dull bore
Falling off, hitting walls, stepping in mud
Growing plants in the kingdom of dirt
watering and feeding the spud…
Unbent, unbroken, not hurt
Resting for ages, maturing solo
No shine or brilliance, just ordinary slow…
I know, I am aware, of this hard fare
That for all that beauty cant ever love me
Seeing you and looking onto your eyes of dare


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