Look at the streets crumble,
They were just fine.
Now look at you,
The cracks in your face tell me
You can't hold it together,
One more time.
Savage world,
Bitter truth,
It'll do no good to whine.
But it'll do no good to pretend
You're fine.
So you found that
Life isn't fair,
It's full of secrets and truth,
A hidden lair,
That I could still never hide from you
Because it was always there.
Love had its affairs,
And you had it all,
The bitter truth reveals a broken man,
Trying to stand tall.
Trying not to bend,
Or break, or fail,
A man doing his best
Not to crumble like the streets,
And continue to lose it all.
Jun 22, 2024
Jun 22, 2024 at 6:46 PM UTC
Look at the streets crumble,
They were just fine.
Now look at you,
The cracks in your face tell me
You can't hold it together,
One more time.
Savage world,
Bitter truth,
It'll do no good to whine.
But it'll do no good to pretend
You're fine.
So you found that
Life isn't fair,
It's full of secrets and truth,
A hidden lair,
That I could still never hide from you
Because it was always there.
Love had its affairs,
And you had it all,
The bitter truth reveals a broken man,
Trying to stand tall.
Trying not to bend,
Or break, or fail,
A man doing his best
Not to crumble like the streets,
And continue to lose it all.
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