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And don't you hate how life

Is never what it seems

And irony is bittersweet

And all the sense eludes our dreams

Because they said everything would work out

But they kept feeding me titles until I forgot what it was all about

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And maybe I'm named

Someone different in entirety

And maybe I'm just sleeping

Or maybe this is reality

But you abridged my words and now they're hardly my own

And you just get better at lying every time you're left alone

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And don't try to sum this up

Because I'm not down for the count

And I swear if I'm not good enough

Then no one else will ever amount

And they said you'd never be proved wrong

But maybe they've been lying all along

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And standards lay too high

And I'm sick of trying to match your score

Because I just want to be me

And I don't want to be perfect anymore

So I won't smother this in fancy names

Life is for the living and I'm sick of dying for your games

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And this is what a fresh start is

It makes you look at what you've held to be true

And while I'll never really divorce this faith

The last thing I'll keep believing in is you

And maybe repetition of labels was my character flaw

But I'm still leaving you so I can withdraw

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A/N- Two lines I loved but took out:

Have I yet to make my point across?

Or will this go down in history as my current greatest loss?

Other than that, I think the poem pretty much speaks for itself.

Love,

The Fourth Fate