Their Crowd
What's this you say?
It's an exercise in futility
I practice twice a week to stay in shape
I'm trying to show I'm a human
though not important in their eyes
I'm equal to them
not another meaningless face
They keep me around 'cause they know
I'm good for a joke or two
they try to hide who they really are
but the masks come off and the abuse comes off once they've
had a few
They act satisfied with their lives
but they know what they've got
isn't where it lies
they're always tryin' to hide their sighs
but I can tell they're aware that they're
on the outside
their wealth and oppurtunity
came at a cost
and while we know where we\re going
they're hopelessly lost
when we've grown older
children riding on our shoulders
they'll feel weighed down in this world,
carrying the weight of a boulder
I hate them but it should be pity that I'm feeling
because when they're youth is over
the real world will have them reeling
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What's this you say? Well, it's an exercise in futility, I do it twice a week to stay in shape.
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