It is downright lame
How you put all the blame
On me, whose only aim
Is not to fan the flame
That you still cannot tame.
You kinda love this game.
You shout while I remain
Silent, but it's in vain —
You nonetheless act insane.
Don't you feel the shame?
Yet I'm the one who came
To you, but now I claim:
I will not stay the same.
Right here,
right now —
I break the chain.
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 1:07 PM UTC
It is downright lame
How you put all the blame
On me, whose only aim
Is not to fan the flame
That you still cannot tame.
You kinda love this game.
You shout while I remain
Silent, but it's in vain —
You nonetheless act insane.
Don't you feel the shame?
Yet I'm the one who came
To you, but now I claim:
I will not stay the same.
Right here,
right now —
I break the chain.
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