You use excuses because there's such a big part of you that's in denail You give so many second chances because you never want to accept that you're miserable And this will never happen You close you're eyes And play stupid for as long as possible Worshipping the statement that ignorance is bliss Living this part of your life Like you don't know any better You know the truth But you allow yourself to believe the daydream Because you hate reality To acknowledge the life is a cesspool And there's nothing worth anything living in it- You don't make excuses for any other reason Than to comfort yourself And give keep those hallunicates pumping through your body So you don't have to accept what it's really about. Eventually It'll be the little thing that sends you over the edge That one last drop of water That sends everything flowing out- The last straw no one else would pay attention to Other than you- The one little thing That sends you in the corner In the fetal position And pushing all that synthetic anything Purging out And you get slapped and rapped By the truth and reality You knew all along But never had the strength Intelligence to just suck up And accept. It'll be that small thing That sends you into hiding, Nothing is better than reality.Birth sign: Gemini
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