I’m tired from this frantic day
Of shape-shifting into villains
For each blurred passerby
I’m parched and tongue-tied
From belting out the songs
Of distant battles,
When my own themes
Are ensnared deep within
I’m tired from this frantic day
Of shape-shifting into villains
For each blurred passerby
I’m parched and tongue-tied
From belting out the songs
Of distant battles,
When my own themes
Are ensnared deep within
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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