All the broken record stories
Of trying to be loved and loving
Hiding behind what we try to portray
As sound advise and universal theories
Instead of naming the games that we play
Dodge ball, frozen catchers, hide and seek
And never answer on the first ring
Instead of jumping sky high from the swing
With honesty and screaming of passion
We hold it all in and dole it out like rations
Waiting to see if there's going to be enough
And someone to hold through the night
When the day was more than just tough
Who really wants to live this way
Pretending to walk in the light
When you're really fearful of the new day
It shouldn't matter if you drop the ball or break the cup
One bounces and the other is messy but it can be cleaned up
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{Monica}