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Unfair, biased, wrong from the start Breaking the foundation before it falls apart Written in this book of rules and regulations Is only a system meant for you to fail Like an ever shifting labyrinth, no way is right No step is secure on a floor thin as ice When walking on a string, there is no good side You can go nowhere swimming against the tide Show me the way, give me the map I’ll beat every obstacle, break every wall Filling the road are landmines and ***** traps The bottom of the pit is always where you’ll fall There must be a way, where is the loophole? There is no such thing as perfection One cannot escape when all the gaps have been filled An ever changing maze, I cannot control Why is it so hard? Why is it this way? Why run me in patterns like a hand woven quilt? No words can explain, not much can be said One cannot break obstacles another has built A bit of help is enough, a hint is all I need After all, hard work always pays its dues Show me where to start and i’ll get to the prize But a sheep can’t be a bird no matter how hard it tries A map is what you want to see A loophole, what you hope to find# A hint is all you say you need But a step you can never take I’m a blind judge in whose courtroom you’ll always fail A maze in which there is no exit A world of confusion void of justice Because unfair, biased, and wrong she rendered my scale.
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
The Scale
Unfair, biased, wrong from the start Breaking the foundation before it falls apart Written in this book of rules and regulations Is only a system meant for you to fail Like an ever shifting labyrinth, no way is right No step is secure on a floor thin as ice When walking on a string, there is no good side You can go nowhere swimming against the tide Show me the way, give me the map I’ll beat every obstacle, break every wall Filling the road are landmines and ***** traps The bottom of the pit is always where you’ll fall There must be a way, where is the loophole? There is no such thing as perfection One cannot escape when all the gaps have been filled An ever changing maze, I cannot control Why is it so hard? Why is it this way? Why run me in patterns like a hand woven quilt? No words can explain, not much can be said One cannot break obstacles another has built A bit of help is enough, a hint is all I need After all, hard work always pays its dues Show me where to start and i’ll get to the prize But a sheep can’t be a bird no matter how hard it tries A map is what you want to see A loophole, what you hope to find# A hint is all you say you need But a step you can never take I’m a blind judge in whose courtroom you’ll always fail A maze in which there is no exit A world of confusion void of justice Because unfair, biased, and wrong she rendered my scale.
We all have a scale
Nick081097
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
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