Talk to me about dissatisfaction
Talk to me about the mundane world
Ask me why I can't get a reaction
From places where our happiness is curled.
Take me down from everything that matters
Run me through with sycophantic rage
Wheels of fate they left my soul in tatters
And now I have no strength to turn the page.
I hope the world and I will part as friends
I hope that when we go our separate ways
That each of us will try to make amends
For problems that we had in better days.
Comes back home and straight away is yawning,
Has to be some oblique kind of warning.
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