Hard pass

I don’t need your love

I don’t need it at all

I’m fine without you having a grasp on my soul

When you start to feel as if you have the world figured out

You come back to the comfortable place of self doubt

I don’t need these connections from people with nothing to offer

With their mindless talk, who do nothing but bother

Observe but don’t absorb

It’s what they want you to do

To become like them

So sad, depressed, always blue

Always on some mind altering drug

I feel bad for you kid, I’m sure your mind is all mush

I’ve escaped the life that you wanted for me

I’ll never be like you, not the slightest bit, no sirree

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