dun want all this,
the things i wish for, for myself
dun want them to come true...
they do for a while
and mirage out to the deserts,
oh, im gonna now take heed,
to good advice,
do what is supposed to be done,
not listen to my heart,
let it all be,
for all i am is inappropriate,
bad omens to things,
things that i believe in,
and those are charades,
love is but a chore,
a mere matter of habits
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