This Life Though
It doesn't matter
The kindness displayed
The boastful flatter
Dote and praise
It gets you nowhere
But under their thumb
Your feelings aren't spared
No friends among
Nice is weak
I wish it weren't true
It hurts to speak
Words of blue
It's hard to encompass
Realism and faith
Seeing the cruelness
Feeling the grace
The world is harsh
The devil's game
You lose your heart
To gain fame
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