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Soft as Eggshells
Often times I wonder if people realize they look fucking ridiculous
Like do they know what people say behind their back?
I guess it’s independence
But it looks real ugly
I think it’s sad that people are demoralized for wearing something that isn’t quite “in”
God says their unique
Peers say they’re gay
That’s a lot of people living for the lord I guess
Nobody loves anyone anymore
The only kind of human love I see
Is the kind of love that is regarded as “creepy”
Friends might help their friends
But do they really care?
Only about themselves
I haven’t seen it myself
But legends tell of faraway lands
Where love is sacred
And everyone is happy
And nobody is too good for anyone else
I’d love to take us there
On my flying tour bus made of solid gold eggshells
It doesn’t exist
It doesn’t exist
