Pseudo or jaded...
Everyone I come in contact with is degraded
No fresh starts, baggage in each hand
How can I start where someone has brand
Cutting into their flesh, a maimed label upon their skin
Revealing to all others, the uninviting of their kin
A marvelous creation, ruined by tainted fools
Who don't appreciate how to communicate
They just suffocate and constrict the worthy
Of their deserving, and now we're left silently observing
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
Pseudo or jaded...
Everyone I come in contact with is degraded
No fresh starts, baggage in each hand
How can I start where someone has brand
Cutting into their flesh, a maimed label upon their skin
Revealing to all others, the uninviting of their kin
A marvelous creation, ruined by tainted fools
Who don't appreciate how to communicate
They just suffocate and constrict the worthy
Of their deserving, and now we're left silently observing
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