Find me in the shadows
Head up my own bowels
A coward cowering in the shallows
Behind broken windows
Reflecting shattered souls
Refracting woes
Grey and fading
Like old Nintendos
Single celled amongst the minnows
Fear the stage, cancel shows
Tattered armor from the battles
No foundation,
Missing panels
When oh when
Will I get to chalk up a first win?
Who knows
I mean
Who knows?
Been trading blows
With good and evils
Gods and devil's
A perpetual looser revels
With a fat lip and broken nose
I lie about it so it still grows
As time slows
Behind a cold wind that blows
New highs
New lows
No,
Out of reach highs
Reoccurring lows
Kept on stepped on toes
A blade allows interesting visuals
Oxygen turns life from blue to red
As it flows
And drips off the edge
Of pointy elbows
Not caring where it goes
Never telling the secrets it knows
But that's life I suppose

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