guess who?
is life so confusing that apathy's your only choice?
is the world so revolting you can't use your voice?
because it all sounds the same:
perfect,
planned - to a tee, no less -
and i'm left wondering why emotion can't escape
from these walls like iron grates.
i guess i'm not bubbly,
just a little insane.
but that's nothing.
you,
you're inane.
go ahead:
revel in your confusion and reap the gain,
love your facade of unwanted fame.
it's gotten you...
well,
more than i'll ever give.
because now you're the lover and i'm alone
and i'm trapped in stone.
i guess that's life,
you're better
than me.
confusion,
surprise,
planned to a tee.
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