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WHAT'S IT REALLY MEAN?
WHAT'S IT REALLY MEAN?
(T/ Beechey)
Walking through a mirror of charades beneath the shades of sunlight in between
The changing scenes depicted in the story of the glory...just what's it really mean?
Looking for some sort of retribution, either restitution or a chance to wean
Ourselves from this desire of believing we're achieving...just what's it really mean?
Just what does it mean and why's it matter?
As we peer through tattered strands to catch a glimpse
Of the imperfection that indeed bears our label
As we're seated at the table with the chimps
Standing as the limelight's slowly fading. anticipating fate to intervene
Always with its keen intuition on one condition...just what's it really mean?
Returning once again to warm surroundings but we're tightly wound as rivers of caffeine
Undo each screening process we've endeavored, seems so clever...just what's it really mean?
Just what does it mean and why's it urgent
That we merge with those fallen through the cracks?
Perhaps if we relax and pay attention
They won't mention all that we have let go slack
There's always something lacking in the details, something fails to eradicate the lien
Which careens against the borders of tomorrow past the sorrow...just what's it really mean?
We know we have a purpose and a reason, all the teasing lends a blur unto the sheen
The teenage angst of yesterday is arising, how surprising...just what's it really mean?
Just what does it mean and why's it needed
It's been too long untreated and it's time
And I'm finally at a point where I'm agreeing
That my being here has never been a crime
But yet we find ourselves still expecting what's reflected in a dime-store magazine
By the queens of fashion and of stardom...where do they come from and what's it really mean?
Walking through a mirror of charades that's displayed upon all the slates wiped clean
In our faded jeans and faded memories, tell me please...just what's it really mean?
