nothing good will ever come from me
I am not who I ought to be
look inside and you will see
a dying thought on bended knee

failures missed by triumphant past
the heart you choke was made of glass
the shell of me, another's cast
to lend to you what will not last

what grew in me stayed slow and steady
the life I lead was small and petty
I grew to learn and now I'm ready
to accept every lie when there are still too many

doors close and lights fade
eyes shut and fail to age
step outside a lifeless cage
tear in half the very last page

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