Alex Fletcher | Revolution

Revolution





Your bloodless mourn, your spineless reform, you refuse to grasp, this heart you enclasp, I try to explain, but your lies shine again, I finally realise, this game I despise, pathetic, unwise, and your mindset so hollow, I've no need to follow, it was never my fault, my guilt can revolt, I no longer need to try, to search for answers why, or try desperately, to finally make you see, spectacularly dumb, you’ve rendered me numb, but the apathy I feel, will not be the seal, that binds me to you, this pain I outgrew, and this brick wall I’m smashing has long turned to dust.

I’m Out



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