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Leave them with a bow
Standing on stage in wonder as the crowd claps,
Life moving rapidly like a photographic time-lapse,
My heart and my soul are on the brink of total collapse,
Curious of how it will end. Will it ever end? Perhaps.
Perhaps this rap is another broken strap,
or perhaps this rap is just another rusty trap,
meant to be a love-tap but ended as a bitch slap
across the face, a fake forged treasure map.
A recap of the sadness, a relapse into madness,
My words wreaking havoc revealing myself to be manic.
Trying hard not to panic when I hear all the static,
Got to try and break the habit, do my best to not grab it,
but Dammit! My heart bleeds every time that you stab it!
I planned to hand you the seed, but it was never your plan to plant it.
It was never your task to manage the baggage that made me Atlas,
never thought to ask what savage damage this boulder ravaged.
It wasn't you're cross to bear, not your fears to imagine.
So we'll see our fingers entwined, as this whole thing starts crashin'
down on our heads, down on our hearts, down on our souls,
disappearing dreams and forgot about goals.
But hey kid, don't forget it's a show.
They're clapping for you, and it's about time to go.
You can't hear the music with such a bruised ego.
You can't feel the rhythm if you can't let it flow;
So just let it go.
Leave them with a bow, at least.
