Endless streams of pointless words,
Broken promises, hearts, lives...
The illusion of standing as one
But falling individually
Half truths fluttering
From the empty glass of some man's hopes
Thirty years from now not remembering
What happened thirty seconds ago
In a world such as this, it says more to say nothing
Climb high onto your hollow mountain
Strong but weak beneath the surface
This is a game that can't be won
It's opposition long since retired
A pointless venture into thin air
Thick with failure and fatigue
Yet in all of this I have hope
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you're so deep...and emo like some other people we know
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