If I do something risky and I laugh
If I don't buckle now beneath the strain
Why should I not be free to take the path
That leads me to a palace of most pain?
I throw my eyes away because of you,
I train myself to keep looking ahead
And anything I see that isn't new
I think is something that ought to be dead.
It's never been an easy test to take
It's never been an easy thing to prove
But sometimes all that stops us being fake
Is having nowhere else that we can move.
So each day all our problems gather dust
And end up being memories of lust.
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