The Part Called Life
Games they depress
The very soft at heart
They trick the mind
And destroy the art
The art that makes
Someone true to theirselves
And causes them
To be fake to everyone else
So quit with the games
Forgive and forget
Mature a little
Stop the fame
Put down the knife
Pick up the script
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