Overlooking the outright
Fictionalized
Taking your excuses in stride
I'm soaking
In your various shades
That only some have to see
Brother, no one ever got more
Out of me
So when
Are you going to turn yourself in
One direction
And climb out of the old escape
You're still trying to dig
All of the early works
That were done by the strugglers
The celebrated self-made men
We were taught life
Imitated them
So when age allowed us to see
Mosf of what we'd been
Told were lies
You sought medications
And I wasn't that much better off
I had to learn from you
I had no gifts
For saving

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