The lines they wrote
Walking in the same routine,
feels so awkward,
feels so mean.
Expectations high above,
unreachable sights you want to love.
Will you walk me to my grave?
Society feels so brave.
Manipulation is the key,
let us hear and let us see.
Tearing hearts and blowing minds,
tiny bit stressful in such times?
My little puppet, don't you shine,
you will follow and I will guide.
Your future's written,
don't you care.
We won't allow you to be fair.
Weakness is the thing we lie,
don't you dare,
but won't you try?
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