There's a point
where you're too much
(I only knew you in my head)
There's a point
The point is now
You're too much
I've had enough
And yet you think
You're the king
You think
Those beneath you will shrink
But those "beneath" you
will tell you to fuck off
And yet you think
You're the king
Guess we'll have to
crown the clown
At least this town
will be laughing plenty.
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Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
