The heroes have let us down
They made us hate ourselves
In a sea of hope we drown
Expectations so suffocating
This is adulthood, growing despair
From potential we may never see
Such a burden, deep down there
In the never resting imagination
I wish you were more like me
A proud drop out and a cynic
I just wish that you could see
If we hid it could still be fine
Or I just don't know you enough
To be telling you how to live
To presume so much from stuff
That only scratch your surface
Sunday, 28 July 2013
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