Forever the sickest
This is how I see myself
A little bit cynical, always a miracle
I learned early on,
Depend on no one but yourself
Call it a front, call it a shield
Ain't no one but me stepping out on the field
Life is but a dream, but loneliness is my reality
Solitude / platitudes / gratitudes are such unreality
Melodies and songs plow through my mind
These are the things that are one of a kind
They're not my own but they're on my breath
Like the salty, sweet taste of my kiss of def
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