I'm going to live my life,
and all you're going to do is hate it.
The stubborn hellraisers struggled to pull me down,
and still I succeed to flip their tables.
It has surely turned.
The mouse sees there isn't any lion.
Just a fragile being in despair.
Struggling for attention-
Stammering on and on like an injured house.
You no longer have a purpose.
Fade away.
Tucked into my heart,
there is pity-
because I bet you never thought I'd be here to stay.
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