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Sep 2019
Surround yourself with people who are genuine
The road of superficiality leads to utter ruin
You played the game,  you were a shooting star
Can you still play the games that got you this far
You acquired riches, you acquired fame
Everywhere you go people know your name
You compromised your standards, it was such a shame
The emptiness you feel , you have yourself to blame
You gained the world but  sold your soul
Your entire life is out of control
You're really not in charge, you don't pull the strings
You're not in control of anything
You're owned by the people who shaped your career
The power brokers, the backroom puppet masters
Seems now your life is  one big disaster
You ask yourself "Is this really what I was after"
You can't turn around, you're in way  too deep
You medicate yourself so you can fall sleep
You take uppers to get your body going
You're totally numb, you gotta make a showing
You're tired of the drugs, you're tired of the *****
They made you an offer you just couldn't  refuse
So many people wish that  they could be you
They would gladly trade, they would wear your shoes
They're really not informed, they haven't got a clue
Your life's one bid charade, if they only knew.
Written by
duane hall  M/kennewick washington
(M/kennewick washington)   
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