fatal end? CONNECTION INTERCEPTED

Hold me to
My own high standard

Through these skipping records
I saw myself in its stained glass reflection
And I never needed you for anything
You pretended to need me
But, what do I know?

I'm a B-tier moron surrounded by S's
A washed out moniker with a tainted essence, ah

Others are
Only tolerating my presence
It's just funny to me
After all
You and your replicated personality

Without a soul of your own
You stitched a pretty lie
Off the backs of others
I'm left here all alone
Picking up the pieces
Like sticks near a rocky stream

You are nothing more
Than a forgotten footnote
On the back pages of everyone else's life
Just page 604 of hundreds more
You'll be written out of my memory in a week's time



Credits
Writer(s): Keyes Andromeda
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