Drunken tears with lonely fears have felled upon my shoulder
I give you the means, the knowledge, the support to prevent the weekly trend
Yet it always comes down to you wanting to molder
Which is actually funny, in a not so funny way
You want to break the mold
You want to be known as bold
You figure you'll be young forever
Nothing will catch up
Until you're fitting another mold, one you didn't expect
Before you break the societal mold,
you have to break your own
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 12:33 AM UTC
Drunken tears with lonely fears have felled upon my shoulder
I give you the means, the knowledge, the support to prevent the weekly trend
Yet it always comes down to you wanting to molder
Which is actually funny, in a not so funny way
You want to break the mold
You want to be known as bold
You figure you'll be young forever
Nothing will catch up
Until you're fitting another mold, one you didn't expect
Before you break the societal mold,
you have to break your own
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