Trojan Horses

I’m fronting with wooden horses that are so superficial, I don’t think it’s ever going to fool anybody.  Paint yourself a mask, and see how far you can go without smudging the lines that limit your greatness. 


Grow up kid, grow up. How many times do I even have to say that the world doesn’t revolve around you? Paper planes, paper hearts? You could spend a whole bag of those, and still have debt left over. 


What do you want to prove anyway? Where’s the restart button when you need it? I’m suffocating from my own air. Down on two knees wouldn’t suffice. It’d take a lot of groveling and eating dirt to realize where you stand. 









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