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Sorry Excuse

By Wil C. Fry, Feb. 25, 2000, 04:09

Copyright © 2000 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


The lights of the city burn
Masking the darkness of our times
And wrinkled skin shadows the beauty of a soul
Frazzled eyes see only lies
And you just want to be hypnotized by love
Instead, you fall into Pandora’s bosom
And you shed your saltless tears, wasting years
Pretending you have no fears
When what you really have is no personality
But don’t be offended, or get your cart upended
Or get out of touch with your false reality
It might scare you, it might bare you, or tear you
Apart at the seams, break down your dreams
To find that you are somebody
Knowing that you’re a sorry excuse for what you’re
Supposed to be — it might destroy you
So keep your eyes closed.



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