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Seven rattled addicts playing static on the stairs.
Doing tricks with lunatics to see if some one cares
Six stick figure ballerinas dancing invent page.
Paper thin they'll twirl and spin until they've been erased.
Five guys in fancy suits living high life
Until the truth comes out and stains th
White collars
And Hell is where you go
To sell your soul for a dollar
So please pardon me if part of me's
Still not impressed by this mess
That the masses put up
But I guess it's okay limbo
Under the status quo line
One more time
Yeah we'll all march in time
Now four more borderline depressed romantics
Charismatic but they've had it
with the double standards d****t
That leaves three the trinity
They think the devil has us beaten
That we're gone to far from eden
Down to two shoes
that carry me through
The same thing every day
So can you give one reason to stay?
If not then I'm walking away.

Reviews

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. brilliant ... absolutely brilliant ... personally, this is the reason that i stay constantly in the universe of warmth that my friends symbolize ... i don't step out of it ... and from where i'm at .. i try to see what i can do ... to inspire change outside the circle ... in the world at large ... just my thoughts ... this is but of course a gem of a poem ...

[Aleyah]

WOW this is awesome! I'm ogling in wonder at your ability to be so straight-forward and uniquely descriptive with such a profound, slightly all-around depressing subject. Some might say more than slightly. I love the stains on white collars line, and the bit about the ballerinas at the beginning. It's simply amazing, brilliant, as the serah jha put it. Of course the flow is perfect, so that just makes it better. But really the content is amazing. ANNNNDDD the ending is the best part, "down to two shoes that carry me through the same thing every day, so can you give me one reason to stay, if not then I'm walking away" BAMMM. That was intense. So intense. Awesome job, really :)))