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"Paper The House"

Curtain comes down, confession begins. Not all of them made it so I'm glad some stayed 'till the end. To see a self righteous young man turn parody. But nothing is more uplifting than to finally admit you were living a lie. Tears role down my face again as I place my head in my hands. Darkness comes and it consumes, all my past dread is exhumed. Breakdown in short succession, interrupt the bouts of depression. Parables and methods for coping, effective as protest unspoken. Praise gone, money spent. Just a kid wondering where his dad went. Old man, life spent. Carving a legacy never making a dent. "Thirty-three was so complex," screamed the singer from the crucifix. Well, it was me down on bended knees, praying to a God whom I "don't believe". In a way it is all that it gleams, but why do we kill ourselves to end the dream? Is it commitments that bind me or am I consumed by my vanity? Praise gone, money spent. Just a kid wondering where his dad went. Old man, life spent. Carving a legacy never making a dent. How can it be maintained? The way I make my living has driven me insane. It's a 21st century irony, where everything you ever hoped for in life fills you with anxiety. Praise gone, money spent. Just a kid wondering where his dad went. Old man, life spent. Carving a legacy never making a dent. Rapt attention turns malaise. I accept it. Can't remain unaffected by the changing days. I'm not ungrateful, I cherish the time we spent. When the day comes to say goodbye, please understand, this is why. Praise gone, money spent. Just a kid wondering where his dad went. Old man, life spent. Carving a legacy never making a dent.

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