The sorrow comes like
a nightingale with wings
gold and blue, I could
see the medals of what
honor should be, I still
see a friend, I'm closest
just feet away
muscles twitch and
feel the disrupt
but I'm kept here
silent and alone
can't reach that
hand I want to
when I can
because
ordinary is
ordinary
right? right?
Another waste
of time I have
I say hey, hey
try but I sing
alone to the
nearest tune
and regret hits
me just fucking
bounces off
because I
realize I
don't fucking
care about
anything or
anyone
I tread on
social terms
just a lie that
I can't do again
I only can spit
honest words
social barricade
it seems,seems
lingers in the
vessels
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