“Through the glory of life,
I will scatter on the floor,
Disappointed and sore.
And in my thoughts I have bled,
For the riddles I've been fed,
Another lie moves over.”
Through the glory of life,
I will scatter on the floor,
Disappointed and sore.
And in my thoughts I have bled,
For the riddles I've been fed,
Another lie moves over.
years later, still makes me stop everything i'm doing and pay attention whenever it comes up. perfect combination of tender and steely, wistful and modern.
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