A.G.

I'll leave my comments on your pollution

You can factor it in and leave my name to drift

I'll drop my thoughts on your methods

And you may continue to ignore them

In favor of what you want, as opposed to what you are

Something so relatively simple

Is so easily corrupted

And what does that make our entire concept?

An unoriginal oath without any promise

Thanks to us, who have made the cliche possible

Thanks to those who believed us in the first place

And now, when I focus on my singular self

I suppose I shouldn't set my sights to high

Because when I'm looking up

There's always someone nearby to break my knees for me.

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Doushita?

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