Nothing changes

You want to show the world how different you are
How you dealt with pain and covered scars
But deep down inside where you have to be true
Your the same old honest to goodness you
Well less honest if we’re speaking plain
More of the same old rubbish once again
Of how can I manoeuvre the situation now
Just a counter move, cross fire for power
To gain the upper hand and say look what I’ve done
All of it delivered an elaborate con
Poor little me and hang dog expression
You lost in the race so full of aggression
Too late now the crowd has seen through
And now your own bullets are firing at you!

Ailsa

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