tired anthem

stop handing out
your old misery
to me, i don’t want
it hanging around
me like some kind
of rare disease

been tired of
worn out sympathy
i hear, clogging up
both of my ears
scratching to get
it out of here

i’ve thought about
trying out empathy
i feel, it’s not
really for me
can’t even fake
my own feelings

i heard about
your new treachery
i think, it’s all
such a new thing
to go out and
ruin everything

singing all day
about the demise
come again, what
may pass down
through my hands
into your mind


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