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So this is how it's supposed to be

living with every need

okay so I should try to believe

but somehow I just can't see



A poem of such reality

can only harm in trust

I cannot grasp the jealousy

that has left me in the dust



So I heard they only

come once or twice

and if you're lucky three

but there will always be a sacrifice

that will leave you left with me



Because of every open scent

I take each taste with fear

If only crying made some sense

You would see each and every tear



As you are lost

and I am not

I will search for you

Reality with some

fate of trust

is the piece of dust

you blew