From What I've Learned
From What I’ve Learned, This All Doesn’t Mean Much.
I guess im bored of playing with word forms,
And drawing the comparisons between unrelated images,
Trying to transpose all these thoughts that are only half mine,
You see i've fucked up every single line,
I've twisted them and dragged them on too long,
And this clock is starting to count off time,
To rhyme with this heart of mine,
And my eyes they've begun to grow pale,
You say thats impossible but i'll just explain later,
And to wrap this up with the perfect finish line,
Ive grown tired of these pretty words and hollow rhymes.
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You're so evil and I'm so good,
I'll make it up to you someday.
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