24 yeara old and still not a pot to piss in
They're quick to judge and swear some things missing
Wonder why I'm loosing faith in humanity
Einstein said repetition is the defitiom of insanity
If that's the case why would I even try
But if that's the case I'd fall over and die
Stepping on the world just to win
The only one I trust rests within
So focused on what's fake and artificial
When I've bleeding this whole time
The things I've given up feels sacrificial
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