Empty
In a way we’ve all become dull
Our mundane lives make sure we’re all the same
I’m still not full
From the daily lull
Of our differences being our shames
In a way we’ve all become dull
Soaking up the used ink instead of what’s in our skulls
I long for the ending of this claim to fame
I’m still not full
I don’t know if my push and pull
Is the result of drawing me in to be tame
In a way we’ve all become dull
As the identical cries of gulls
In the most nostalgic way
I’m still not full
All we can do is mull
Over the ways we can stop our repetition of this game
In a way we’ve all become dull
But I’m still not full
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