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Settling down and falling in

In line with the pretexts

I can't define my discomfort

I can't correct my untied expression

Turning like a globe

Spun by condition



I needed something and I was deprived

You had it and you knew it, and yet...

I've yet to recieve anything but anguish

From you who were thought so kind



And now my mood is shifting

And so is your state of mind

Ironic or conveniant?

Hard to say, and I don't want to know

Turning like a globe

Spun by condition



I will let my feelings turn

Maybe you will turn too

And if I come back to you,

I am weak

And if I stand strong in my convictions

I am still weak



I lose and I lose

But I'll live

Splendid youths

Are relative

Splintered truths

Show old abuse

So abtruse

Is this concept of life

Pretentious life