Branded
Your brand is what you see in the mirror, man
The reflection of your choices
A facade moulded by the devil's hand
Shouldering those corrupted little voices
You strayed from the path for a while
Because it would be fun they said
Quietly knowing you would lose your smile
While chasing ecstasy instead
You forgot to read the fine printing
Those clauses that have defined you
A life of being outclassed and wanting
A dull and weathered unpolished shoe
Ask what happened to your personality
That vibrant inner beauty you had
The part of you that welcomed reality
And embraced life's good with it's bad
Its a virtue you need more of lately
So find that laughter that caused your tummy ache
The one that made friends think you were crazy
Interestingly happy and maybe slightly baked
For God's sake smile you bastard
Let the world see who you really are inside
That your soul is not grey and haggered
Wear your brand like you have nothing to hide
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