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Lost In The Mists Of Time
A relic of a human am I, on a prowl
On everyone's radar, a sense of boredom and scowl
For goodness and positivity, I'm to them invisible
An opportunity to change, they believe is impossible
An anecdote of laughter at their table conversations
A regular, necessity from their jokes selections
I wander around seeking love and approval
Instead, I'm ignored and labelled as incorrigible
Their perception of me isn't a welcome sight for sore eyes
I'm just the Great Pretender absorbing their lies
Before my breakthrough, I'm now languishing in without a dime
I'm fading away and soon my memory will be lost in the mists of time
© 𝓡.𝓕𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵
On everyone's radar, a sense of boredom and scowl
For goodness and positivity, I'm to them invisible
An opportunity to change, they believe is impossible
An anecdote of laughter at their table conversations
A regular, necessity from their jokes selections
I wander around seeking love and approval
Instead, I'm ignored and labelled as incorrigible
Their perception of me isn't a welcome sight for sore eyes
I'm just the Great Pretender absorbing their lies
Before my breakthrough, I'm now languishing in without a dime
I'm fading away and soon my memory will be lost in the mists of time
© 𝓡.𝓕𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵
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