Your cynisism is merely a pose
Thinking where's the abstract sense of beauty
You've left me so far away and exposed
Now stunted singing the blues so moody
I am in a struggle for existence
And left faithless understanding the tradegdy of love
Searching for some assistance
Put me in a ring and hand me a pair of boxing gloves
My identity is now void
I don't even own the clothes I wear
On a sunny day I can see all I have destroyed
And the chains of life I must tear
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