Don't make me walk, 'cause i wasn't taught to.
Don't go to any trouble,
Can't use it anyhow.
That faithful pride of yours.
This meager universe.
Better deny it.

I have found my own way through life,
But something like myself
Has been hindering me.

Your way of doing things.
A predictable fate, it is.
Assumed, advantageous.

Let me see your shame.
Quit all that affected weeping.
Show it to me unveiled.
Won't deny you anything,
But your chances for silence.
No low crying,
No sobs allowed.

No sadness at all, just void abstractness.
No impulse, keep living off this shadow.
An attitude everyone should take up.

Is that another sober lie?
Evident, even when unspoken.
Don't be silent.

Don't let it have you.
A small spike on top of it all.
It's so easy to change a surface.
Nothing close to accommodate.
Better so.
A duel of discourses.

My ideas can't get past the horizon.
I lost this chance from the very backbone on.
My truth is frightening for your fate
And it quenches your glee.