with a chip on your shoulder,
every day you're getting older
is another one you've either wasted,
or a memory you've pasted on your wall.
the great divide
putting egos aside
a place to run and hide
until the memories subside
I can't stand
never willing to lend a hand
drew a line in the sand
before life began
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