*You say you're moving forward?*
But how can that be
When clinging to the past
How can the future be seen?
You frown and glare
And yes, it's your choice
You rant and rave
Well, at least you've found your voice
Convinced you are entitled
You sit and fume
Wearing your lovely crown of righteousness
In your cold damp tomb
With new fervor, you seek those
Who'll never change their minds
The dependable, the scrupulous and virtuous
Those who never cross the line
Well I'm sorry to say...
They simply don't exist
Except for those found on
Imagination's list
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 5:18 PM UTC
*You say you're moving forward?*
But how can that be
When clinging to the past
How can the future be seen?
You frown and glare
And yes, it's your choice
You rant and rave
Well, at least you've found your voice
Convinced you are entitled
You sit and fume
Wearing your lovely crown of righteousness
In your cold damp tomb
With new fervor, you seek those
Who'll never change their minds
The dependable, the scrupulous and virtuous
Those who never cross the line
Well I'm sorry to say...
They simply don't exist
Except for those found on
Imagination's list
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