i've grown disgusted of our accustomed lives
we say we try but lie
maybe we haven't had it all
or we haven't had it easy
but we've had
and if i'd look past my own nose
over my belly
i'd realize i'm fucking blessed
life is fucking brilliant
pardon the french, but hey,
it has history
i've got blistering passion
somewhere inside of me
confine it for my own ease, it takes
too much to dare doing more than just dream
somewhere beneath the shit i've bought that
i don't need and the excuses i make
to soothe my self loathing
i could be something worth loving.
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