Tragic
The world is cold
I’ve seen the great die young
I’ve seen the great grow old
Assuredly there is greatness we never even knew existed
Yes the world is cold and calloused
Scarred and numb
...but me..
I am scarred, but Im not numb
I am calloused, but Im still warm
I feel it all
The pain of our present
Your pain as well as mine
The pain of the past we’ve left behind
Why does it hurt me so
Why can’t I just let it go
There must be a reason
I may never know
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