Down we go, dutifully down.
Our faces only wear a frown
Or emotionless they crash and fall,
Because real feelings are so small.
Who cares, right?
Who gives a ****
We do, we care. Oh what bad luck.
A shadow of Doubt creeps up behind.
We don’t intend to be unkind,
But unaware of what it means
We blunder through and tear the seams.
We’re sorry, ok?
Are we to blame?
The truth, we fear, will bear our name.
Oh we, oh why, a blissful blunder
Has yet again turned into thunder.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 7:29 PM UTC
Down we go, dutifully down.
Our faces only wear a frown
Or emotionless they crash and fall,
Because real feelings are so small.
Who cares, right?
Who gives a ****
We do, we care. Oh what bad luck.
A shadow of Doubt creeps up behind.
We don’t intend to be unkind,
But unaware of what it means
We blunder through and tear the seams.
We’re sorry, ok?
Are we to blame?
The truth, we fear, will bear our name.
Oh we, oh why, a blissful blunder
Has yet again turned into thunder.
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