Perception At Its Best
Some sullen sense of solitude:
Perception at its best
The brain I have is cold and shrewd
My rationale: depressed
I search for what I never felt
I'm ripping at the seams
Amidst the heat, my heart will melt
Then, give up on my dreams
I find myself imagine less
Pretending I am fine
Yet, all I bear had borne duress
For, all the blame is mine
What am I now but flesh and bone?
Uneager to pretend
My heart still sings their songs alone
What wasted time they spend...
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