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I'm just barely trying
not really fitting in
Age wiser the miser
who keeps transcending
lessons and blessings
keep him grounded in hell
this wild child lives not in fear
but much with it, far and near

Sustaining any bit of stress
nothing's important
when driven into madness
then you've lost, beyond the control
that brought you close to greatness
exiting down inside the hole of emptiness
on which my house was built 
it landed it on the wicked witch
killed her in a grateful guilt

The worst think they're better
the rest think they're dead
the little you know
should be invested
into knowing a little more
to use on the road when
all luck is licked

I take my luck in the cold world
for it's no existence
of diamonds and pearls
spoiled souls are ugly and twisted
while lesser men shine bright
for they got used to
the void of nothing
while the greedy
wish to get higher
to steal the heaven light

Now everything is wrong
they bottle their pain
exploding, as they fall victim
and pass on the blame
never at fault 
stone solid in guilt
a champion devours
until their dreams are fulfilled
nothing can stop them
moving like a train up a hill 
giving up not an option

I don't need no one 
that's my favorite lie
I wish it were truer
than the darkness of night
for I once knew her
she kissed me just twice
then walked away
from my sadness
and on with her life

I carry that with me
as a mistake of my former 
less informed harmless soul
It took all the alone time
for my conscious to grow
and repair all the damage
I gained in defeat defeat
now her destruction is nothing
but another demon I beat

Don't blame me 
for your limitations
they were probably
placed there not by mistaken
so the potential for evil
can never take root
and your seed never spreads
into a new movement of youth
that wears your menacing glance
I shake your shaky hand
I see the way of the culprit 
in your uneasy glance
and the way you carry yourself 
high above all the rest
I'll give you that feeling
that to me is the nothingness
Much like the nothing
you come to realize 
your doing for the better
spreading your lies
as if you believed them
like the false belief in yourself
happiness is that door
that you haven't opened yet
or you wouldn't so freely 
steal it from those who have
always so jealous you don't know what
its like living without it

As I say in final thought
I put in the work now
so later I'll not
and when I reach greatness
I'll remember the way
with your own shovel
you dug such a deep grave.
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