Toujours en guerre avec moi-même

It’s a constant battle
To march to the beat of their drum.
I’m fighting a war for the away team
Who doesn’t even know I’m there.
Things were supposed to get better
I was supposed to fall in line
And not cry to sleep at night.
I tried to play their game.
I’m losing.
I tried to make this world into my own image.
I lost.
Take my pound of flesh, I have no fight left.
I’ve been playing war games for so long,
I’ve forgotten to dream.

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