One day songs will wear out,
like a thin sheet of ice chipped
away by a blade, those pseudo days
will drown you with self-doubt.
(they're gonna find your abstruse ways)
Your voice will falter,
your thoughts will backfire
but to someone who is not some one
I suppose it really does not matter.
(hurting them in the process.)
Move out with your movie-covers,
they are all that you are anyway.
The repetition of voiced lines
shows inability to be a self-motivator.
(Don't style to love her if your love is exhausted.)
and i can't find a way to finish as of right now.
finish it later but comments/constructive criticisms
are still welcome.
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