It hits you all a sudden.
A kick in the fucking teeth.
The idealism you were born with
Just ignores your reality.
You believe things can change.
It’s more than simple hope;
Invasive visions of futures
That, if they happen, happen slow.
When the silver lining
Is all that lines your pockets,
You’re always left spent.
Reframe the worth of energy.
Giving up won’t bring you down.
The picture you’ve been painting
Doesn’t recharge you anyhow.
When the silver lining
Is all that lines your pockets,
You’re always left spent.
Maybe I’ll give up on you.
Maybe I’ll give up on this.
Maybe I’ll just breathe for once.
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