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Sometimes it’s too hard To play my part. It used to feel so easy Being me; bordering obscenity. But what good is a clown’s laughter, If he can never be taken seriously? I feel so small Trying to get it … Continue reading
I’m gunning for Mars, Lost beneath the dust and the stars. Got the wind in my hair And my battle scars. Big dreams All lost in the city. But they never seem so pretty As they do from down here.