If I were in pain
If there was not still something
Young, crisp and cutting
Through the middle of my heart
That smiles out from ear to ear
If I wasn’t told to laugh
What one was worth
Maybe a thousand more
What would a thousand frowns make a difference to?
There are plenty of grounds to praise
There are a thousand street preachers dressed in gold chains
Reviews that transform from some sort of God
Goddess or whoever was greater than he or she
Like in one ear and out the other
I was always afraid that the earlier I tried
A thousand truths would come around just to pat me on the back
And say try once more
So of course I would try and catch up with whatever was for sure
the hearts of many eyes for sale
the thousands of worlds that chance each day and fail
But I could never save the world
from what was to end it
it wasn't that easy I guess
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