The fakeness is so true
yet it feels awful and disgusting
Trusting is bringing water to the sea
something I won't do
Let it happen what needs to be done
Gone are the days of a certain kind of fun
I don't rule the game no more
For me no fame
I'm a bore
For me the pain
of my lying
For me no gain
I am dying
and happy with it
I am dying
like I should
Every human I have seen would
one day fall on the ground
and cease to exist
The story is over
and nature is done
What has been born
will be outworn
Please do not bother
a flower to die
Stop asking why
and dig what is dying,
crying and wry