Well that’s probably not a good look
Everything you do comes from a textbook
These examples are starting to get monotonous
Definitely not an idiosyncrasy

That was the moment I realized
That things would never be the same
Staring through this windowpane
Cracked glass never shatters?

Staring at the bottom
Everything is now in context
We will never pay attention
There is only one prevention
You will never get rid of us

Time to apprise
Let us all in on such a big secret
Never going to live it down
Mendacity
I see it on your face
Tell me once again
Where did this go wrong?

I see the picture now
A painting where the colours don’t blend
Someone I can offend
And you’ll somehow defend
Throw it away
No one’s here anymore

The foreword
Has already turned me away

Beginning
Everything starts again
(I don’t like this place it’s not my home)
One last time
I see them all refrain
It starts again
I want back what I lost

The fear of death
I see it setting in
(Setting in)
So vibrant
Now dull
(That’s why you hate it now)

Looking down from the top
We don’t know when it’s going to stop
You can’t call the end
Only your sanity will you expend
Don’t let me hear that nonsense ever again

Resorting to trickery
Such a tall tale
All of you are

Broken
Damaged
Senseless
When will you realise?

The foreword
Has already turned me away

Beginning
Everything starts again
(I don’t like this place it’s not my home)
One last time
I see them all refrain
It starts again
I want back what I lost

The lights getting dimmer
You can’t paint a picture
This man was pretentious
He dwells in regret

Now at the end
You realise how dire this all is
The thoughts unbearable
Take my hand
Come and witness
The grace illustrator

You have rejected
In absence of light
Look at your portrait