What's the use anymore
Why even keep score
I've had enough of this sophomoric bullshit
No more busting my ass just to kiss yours
It's all a never ending cycle
of changing people with changing titles
I'd rather be living not sitting
A life of my own, not another clone
Just another mouth to feed
Just another slave to breed
A dream from which I never wake
Catch up with the breath I have yet to take
I know it sounds cliche
But what doesn't these days
All the good lines have been said
Maybe these words have already been read
By another angry kid that lays awake in bed
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