My heart is broken
You don’t believe me; it still beats
But let me tell you a story
Of a defeat of all defeats
Of beauty over sanity
Where falseness beats reality
Where later comes before
Where did the rainbow go?
The streak of beauty in the sky?
Where did the shooting star fly to?
And did it ever say goodbye?
Who did it leave behind?
What did it go to find?
And will it regret it all later, when it comes home...?
When will you believe?
You don’t think; you only act
So let me give you a warning
Of no opinion only fact
Of truth over all the lying
Where the healthy beat the dying
Where sooner comes later
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The ugly duckling
He grows up; now he’s the best
Now let me tell you it’s meaning
Of this tale, of this test
Of ugly becoming pretty
When envy comes from pity
Where later comes before
So what do you do when your life turns into a tale?
And what will you do when all your youthfulness turns stale?
But what will they do the real beautiful people in your life?
They’ll turn away
And all the real beauty, like those rainbows in the sky
Will fly off like the shooting star and never say goodbye
Because you’ll have been lying for so long you’ll bring nothing but shame
We don’t care for you
Because sooner becomes later, and we become first
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And will it come home…?
~ Pride of the Geek
Later