i'm not sure what worries me more
the fact that i'm talking to a wall
or that the wall keeps answering me
saying that i've heard it all before
never underestimate how complicated
a simple life can be
i know you've grown tired of trying to feed me
and i know by now
my reputation precedes me
i know you've grown tired of trying to fix me
and i know by now my best years
they are no longer with me
you gotta keep it together
so i can fall apart
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