The colour of your despair seems to pinch the air
We will walk on by every single time – our faces now adamant entirely upon sailing right away from these rather ocean-less eyes
When all of everything begins to mean absolutely nothing, a strut on your pathetically ignorant part turning itself to utter egotism
You painted your very own mind-prison, all too haphazardly plied by a sorrowful scripture full of utter nonsense and falsity
Please relinquish these incredibly naive mannerisms of yours, or we will continue to slip-slide on out of your wavering life

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