Reckless and insecure
Rebel of not so pure
Nonsense you can't endure
Personality so demure
Eyes of deep that seem to lure
Certainly no immature
Round and round in circles we go
Trying our best to go with the flow
Things are fast yet things are slow
Process forever, results no show
Direction in which nobody know
Hanging onto the faintest glow
Feelings so strong feelings so true
Those of happy confused and blue
Everything falls apart right in front of you
Everything of the old nothing of the new
So cold so heartless what a wreck what a shrew
Chivalry is dead, not even one, not even a few
Push and pull is all that's done
Stand outside in the shining sun
Weight on the shoulders weigh a ton
Get rid of it until there's none
To the temple hold the gun
Pull the trigger to enjoy the fun
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