Die Cast

Being mutely selective Is what you'd call defective It just my allegiance to the pain, take it As a sewer drain or even as my credence But t'is be who I am Gone bane & disenamour On and off enamour feels like downsizing And incomparably displeasing Surely I do strive for ardour However more for the arbour gregarious to an extent And obviously hain but still extant It may seem putrid Ceaselessly ... it's my gain. Never really had fondness for "besties" Only justly ally's.