Got a cryptic side, call me Don Draper
This writing fizzles away like water vapor
What's contained on these sheets
Shows me in the cheap seats
In the gutter of the streets
Words that are a chronology
Of a recurring apology
Self-discovering psychology
You can't control what's outside of your domain
Let it all go to ride out the pain
Soon enough you'll find your happy place
Soon enough you'll be losing far less than you gain
Karma will behoove you
You'll find something to groove to
With nothing to prove
There'll always be those who disapprove
But the most successful don't win 'em all
To gain height you must start small
To gain height you must start small
You gotta lose some to win some
Bruise some to heal some
Even over time the scars will fade
You'll look back now and laugh, it's insane
Wondering why you were ever so afraid
In the long run, most is malleable
Once you launch out the realm of the unstable
Look beyond what you see
Things aren't always what they seem
You see the worst, neurotic
Far from soap opera chaotic
Scars indicate survival
Lengthy battles with all kinds of rivals
You can't stand taller without a few scrapes
Driven by passion, let expression demonstrate
As vengeful as something out of Dickens
Tale of Two Cities except one of them is missing
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