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An Artist's Rendition of a Person Who Lied

I took a trip across the world to ease my feeble little mind
You all bury your problems in the sand,
and carry the world across your backs.
Isn't this what you wanted from me?
Just sit on your hands for the next three years.
Unholy projects that you'll have to answer to God for,
You knew the risks when you first walked out that fuckin' door.
I wish, i wish, I wish a wish could fix this.
Just because you want to get away doesn't mean you have to
pretend to fly all the goddamn time.
Just because you're sad doesn't mean you have to talk in poetry form.
Something you cry about is another thing I've easily had my hands on for as long as I can remember.
Answer to me, don't you dare keep a hand out just in case I'll help you out.
The things we're made of won't let us keep walking on all this glass.
Eventually our feeble stupid feet won't take it.
Goddamn it.