I've slipped the noose, The shackles are off. My maturity fixation outshines. It's go for broke And fuck it all, With head held higher (than thou) I am the man that used to care. Who was i then? So quizzical with foresight. Now i've favored to savor the flavor Of nine-to-five intuition. Out with the old, in with the new regime.
I sold my soul to the rebotised dream. Breaking bones of contention. I'm just an empty shell With integrity scooped out. A painted smile, A glass-eye high On two that can't cry. Touch me, I'm cold to the merits of (real) love. I stepped back from the edge When other slipped off.
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