I am nothing but a repeat of society
Wrapped up with a neat little bow
A picture devoid of presence
A sentence with no meaning
I live my life with little sobriety
With my self confidence in tow
I search blindly for a feeling of sentiment
To end this tired man's pleading
I am soon to be lost to eternity
And my body to be buried below
Killed by my life of decadence
A soul blistered and bleeding
Even though I have no serenity
Nothing to keep me at home
Don't look at me with ambivalence
I know who I am, and that is me.
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