Your life's not real; you've old ideals,
Better vice in the night.
Think your book's good?
It's the wrong school's immoral lesson.
This can't happen; yet envision,
Bitter voices depict the fight.
Heard my kind's good?
No need to see the murder weapon.
I can't live on your world's land.
I won't deal with your beat's band.
I can't be fake; I take this stand:
I don't love you.
I've had finer; I remember worse,
But her face saw more light.
Low shelf feels good,
But plenty is the one you're left on.
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