Here we are again
stuck with pen
and paper
smelling of smoke
gagging not to choke
lost in some empty talk
to lazy to walk
to jaded to believe
that we are so naive
as they chatter away
take us to a better place
void of this rat race
which is slowly killing
all the feeling
that use to live
inside, never to forgive
the lies we were told
about growing old
and growing up
about boiling over
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