You are always followed by your hypocrisy,
Proceeded by the lack of loyalty you display.
It's shameful, but doors have locks for a reason.
Turn it, hide the key, find the next one.
Let's see where this leads you.
I just hope you don't get caught from behind by that door swinging shut,
So drenched in arrogance,
The weight of your whole world on everyone else's shoulders.
Yet your rad sunglasses are too dark for you to see through.
So thank you for casting your image upon an age.
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