Fuck Your Wisdom

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And where are my words?
And where are my songs?
And where are the things that make me wrong?

And where are my rights?
And what are my wrongs?
And where are the things that don't belong?
And what do I lack?
And what do I loathe?
And where are the things that don't belong?

And what could I see?
And what do I care?
And what are the things that make me wrong?
And who counts my sins?
And who castes my doubts?
And why should I care if I don't belong?

And how do you know?
And how do you feel?
And what are the ways that I wish you could fear?
And fuck your constraints
And fuck your progress
And fuck your wisdom, and the words to your songs

And I am nowhere
And I am nothing
I feel sadness, I wish you could heal

And you are nothing
And you are nowhere
Do you feel sadness you wish I could steal?



Credits
Writer(s): Micah P. Hinson
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