❝ 𝑨 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 ,
A body turned to dust ,
No losers, no winners ,
This feeling leaving me none but a husk .
𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈-𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 ,
I shed my soul for you, yet none is given back ,
Once I felt loved, but now I feel hated ,
This voice I scream out, takes you aback .
𝑰 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 ,
Yet all I hear is none .
Not one glance of acknowledgement ,
This situation is not so fun .
𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆 ,
And leave me your worst one ,
I wish none of your fame, but for you to know my name ,
To see only me, as I show you my brightest sun .
𝑶𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 ,
Compares to a dying star :
Worn out, pain, of life and wakes-
Containing nothing, bare and scar . ❞
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