write out your name
the words you form look more like your shame
three hundred days
but by the end your text can't fill the page
the ink is drying out
as your time is drying up
dirty words on wasted pages, sixteen volumes of downfall
even your pen wonders why you bother to write more at all
each new day is one more page to throw away
paint a pretty face
you know in time she will wash away
the tears are running down
and your color's running out
smearing pigments through cracked glass shines your endless disappointment
you'd gouge your eyes out just so you'd never have to see her again
you're not satisfied no matter what you do
'cause the reflection always shows too much of you
do what you do
but don't expect to see much new
fingers dirty with ego clay as you mold and mold again
it's just a deformed shape of the same who you've always been
well it never looks quite right
'cause try as you might
you never make it further in this game
i think you might as well just give up on playing
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