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Regression

We speak of truths and lies, As we all play the child's part.
Curious in our very core fundamentals, Our words have no heart.
I wouldn't dare say everything you know is wrong for I am only man.
But what is the point of truth if you can't convince even yourself?
I think you may have, You may have fought when you should have ran.

Maybe that is the point, As if there is no point.
No answer because we've never asked any questions.
Only blank stares and constant needless concessions.
I guess this is destruction, This is what they call regression.

The human spirit cannot be broken even though it doesn't know itself.
Truth is found in the least thought of places although it's never known.
Just maybe you really can make it on your own, Try making it on your own.
This may be foolish childish prank, You may be deposed off your throne.
You may find in the final days that no one heard a single word you had thrown.

So live this simple life the only way you know.
Someday you may learn that some words you shouldn't throw.
Some bridges are just not meant to burn.
Someday you may just learn, I wonder when you'll learn.

Maybe that is the point, As if there is no point.
No answer because we've never asked any questions.
Only blank stares and constant needless concessions.
I guess this is destruction, This is what they call regression.





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